Oct 202017
 

Hi friends! I’m still alive – just insanely busy at work. It’s been really hard for me to arrive home at like 8 p.m. and then make dinner and sit down to blog, but hopefully things should be calming down soon. November is right around the corner, which means our American Diabetes Month campaign will have to be finished by then – right? (I’m joking – of course it will be – hopefully.)

Anyway, I just wanted to pop in today to tell you about a traumatizing morning that I had earlier this week. It’s a pretty gross – but funny – story, so I thought you’d enjoy! Warning: If you don’t like bugs, this one’s not for you (Megan!)!

It all started on Wednesday morning after I took a class at FlyWheel and then headed into work to shower in the little shower room they have there. It’s nothing fancy – just a small enclosed room with a shower and small changing space with a bench for your stuff – but it works and there’s never a line, which made it more appealing than the crowded showers at FlyWheel.

The water takes a bit of time to warm up in that shower, so when I got in there I locked the door behind me, set out my stuff, turned my music on, and then went to turn the water on like usual (luckily I hadn’t undressed yet, which you’ll see is important in a minute).

When I pulled back the clear shower curtain, something brown slid down in front of me.

I immediately leaped back, but wasn’t sure quite what I had seen. Then I moved the shower curtain again and a huge, brown cockroach scuttled out from under it and started running around the small enclosed shower room.

At this point I jumped up onto the bench as the cockroach continued to run all around this small enclosed room. At one point it ran over to where my heels were laid out, and proceeded to hide under them. Ew, ew, ew!!

I remember thinking I might be stuck on this bench for a while – how would I ever get down and then proceed to shower in this room?!

Then I heard someone else come into the main part of the bathroom, which was unusual since it was only 8 a.m. and most people weren’t in the office yet. I opened the door to my shower room and jumped from the bench down into the main part of the bathroom, and asked if someone was there.

When I rounded the corner, I saw it was one of our VPs – great – but at this point I had already started my request so I had to finish it. I asked if there was any way she could help me kill this cockroach, mostly because I needed some moral support.

She agreed (what a saint!) and grabbed some napkins to help take care of it. Then she turned to me and was like, “You know some of them fly, right?” Oh man. I hadn’t thought of that.

Together we entered the shower room and proceeded to chase this big bug around, both of us screaming and squealing intermittently. At one point she stepped on it and it crunched, but when she lifted her shoe it continued running around. Ugh!

Eventually I was able to corner it and step on it, and it made a huge crunch and all this juice gushed out. Yep, it was dead. Teamwork!

At this point I was super grossed out, but relieved to have solved the problem. I used some napkins to pick up the bug, and then walked to the trash can. Unfortunately, the door to the shower room locked behind me!! I guess somehow it was still locked from earlier?!

The VP said she’d send an email to our building management folks to let them know, and then she went back to her desk (I later bought her a Starbucks gift card to thank her for her help).

I stood there waiting for about 15 minutes – in my sweaty gym clothes, barefoot – until someone finally arrived to help. When our building guy got there he discovered his master key didn’t work for that lock (!!!) so he had to go get the main building engineer.

By this time lots of other people started arriving at the office, and they were looking at me strangely since I was barefoot and in sweaty gym clothes.

Eventually the engineer guy was able to let me back into the shower room using a big wire rig thing that he said “doesn’t usually work.” Ha!

Despite having arrived at work extra early to get started on my day, I didn’t wind up getting to my desk until around 9:15. Womp womp.

Anyway, it was a pretty traumatic experience, but it’s kind of funny now. 🙂

Happy Friday!

Question of the day: Share a bug story, or a story of something embarrassing happening to you.

 Posted by on October 20, 2017

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