Have you ever found yourself at the end of the work day, stripped half naked, spinning around in circles in front of the bathroom mirror while trying to get a good look at your back?
All day long I felt like something was crawling on my back. I'd stop in the middle of what I was doing and start fishing my hand up the small of my back. After the fourth or fifth time, I told myself that it was just my imagination. The screaming monkeys in my skull were just screwing with me again.
It wasn't until I had ten minutes to go before leaving that I lost it. All the pretense, all the "holding it in" totally hit the fan. I ran into the bathroom (single bathroom with a lock, THANK GOD!) and I started ripping my clothes off.
I was also tempted to do a Lou Ferrigno bellow but that would have been just SILLY.
There was nothing that I could see and I wasn't about to bring my co-workers in on the crazy so I put my clothes back on and went back to my office to shut my computer down.
As I sat there, a lovely fat tick fell onto my desktop.
This is where sitting on a ball instead of a chair can have its disadvantages.
I do believe the phrase "ass over tea kettle" would be appropriate.
Once again, I composed myself and used a pen to squish the little offender.
Note to self: Never squish a fat tick.
Note to self: It isn't ALWAYS the screaming monkeys in your skull.