Tick Tock

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.