My stomach revolted against my tyrannical rule today. It did it will complete stealth, taking my unawares. I woke up fine, didn't eat anything until an hour before work when I ate some crackers and cheese spread. When I was getting in my car the first signs of danger let themselves known, a pang of gas I put it to and went on my way. Getting into the break room, a few more pangs but nothing deserving of a trip to the bathroom or too much concern.
And then...thirty minutes or less later, I am bent double realizing I am on the opposite side of the store from the bathroom and I need to get there now. But I am alone with a register and must get someone to cover me first. Which I kind of do before running (literally at moments) to the bathroom to not much success but to much awareness of the situation. My stomach (I guess the more correct term would be lower intestines) had decided to declare war on the rest of my body. I knew it wasn't going to be resolved in this one bathroom trip, but I was hopeful, so I trekked back to my register.
And called for back up thirty minutes or less later. The whole day went somewhat like that and was generally and uncomfortable affair. Even when I wasn't dueling with the intestines, I was not very energetic or even very pleasant to people. I just didn't want to be there like that but couldn't leave for need of money. That pesky business. Unlimited disposable income, I'm telling you, I need it.
And then...thirty minutes or less later, I am bent double realizing I am on the opposite side of the store from the bathroom and I need to get there now. But I am alone with a register and must get someone to cover me first. Which I kind of do before running (literally at moments) to the bathroom to not much success but to much awareness of the situation. My stomach (I guess the more correct term would be lower intestines) had decided to declare war on the rest of my body. I knew it wasn't going to be resolved in this one bathroom trip, but I was hopeful, so I trekked back to my register.
And called for back up thirty minutes or less later. The whole day went somewhat like that and was generally and uncomfortable affair. Even when I wasn't dueling with the intestines, I was not very energetic or even very pleasant to people. I just didn't want to be there like that but couldn't leave for need of money. That pesky business. Unlimited disposable income, I'm telling you, I need it.
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