After leaving my job at the end of August, one of my first orders of business was to set up my home office. Previously, my office/guest room was full of junk. Seriously, ask my friend G who came clean recently (post room makeover). I had a monster desk with a hutch, and the whole thing was just piled with crap. In the rest of the room, there was a very cushy but ridiculously amorphous queen air mattress. So I decided it was time to make the space more functional and appealing.

I completed the makeover in October, and I have to say, my productivity has skyrocketed. I get into the zone a lot, and shit is getting real! After all, I have now had ten info interviews and as you know, I’m in talks with the ranch to do some biz development. Yee haw!

Of course, there is a downside to me getting into the zone. You see, even as a kid, I was so disciplined about “work before play” and getting crap done that I gave myself UTI. Yes, as an elementary schooler, I didn’t have time to go to the bathroom. That’s how cray cray intense I was. I would be doing something, I needed to pee, but “ok, just after this gets done or that gets finished.” Next thing I know, I didn’t even have to go anymore. After many trips to the doctor and a ridiculously painful burning sensation when I did pee, I finally learned my lesson.

Well kind of. I’ve just put two and two together and actually, as an adult, there have been so many times when I have gotten into the zone and next thing I know, it’s 3 p.m., and I never ate breakfast or lunch. My friends think this is fucked up. But honestly, when I get hungry and my stomach growls, it doesn’t really register with my brain. And once I’m over-hungry, the hunger goes away!! I know, I’m not endorsing this as recommended behavior. I’m just saying, this is how lunch sometimes gets skipped.

So anyway, yesterday I was working in my office… I got to blogging or something, and I had to go to the bathroom… Probably an hour after I first had to go, I finally lifted my ass off my chair. When I came back a few minutes later, there was a fucking bloody mess all over my pretty patterned chair!!!! I know, you would think I was a teenager menstruating for the first time, but no, I have been dealing with this inconvenience for decades and yet… Ugh. I am a dumbass. It was an overflow issue, if you must know. Thoroughly disgusting. Clearly, I have issues, but welcome to my reality. The lesson here? Since I have so few interruptions at home (at work, people were always coming over for lunch or a tea break or whatever), I might actually have to add reminders to my gcal so I get my ass up to take a potty/food/whatever break. How ridiculous am I??