Last night was perhaps the most mortifying experiance I have had in a very, very long time. I swear I felt like I was an awkward preteen back in middle school.

My monthly visitor came Sunday, now normally that’s nothing to sweat. Annoying, yes, but hey, it’s life. You get used to it after x-amount of years. So before going to work on Monday I made sure to use a fresh tampon, that was around 2pm. Since I have such a light flow I knew I would be fine until the first break time at 5pm.

So I thought anyway.

For some reason my body decided to completely betray me and there I was stuck at work with a heavy flow and using a tampon for a light flow! It was a little after 3:30pm when I felt that tell-tale icky feeling. I logged off my station and bolted to the restroom as fast as I could, but the damage had already been done. After getting cleaned up I returned to my station, and seriously contemplated asking to leave early. But I just couldn’t bring myself to ask my boss. She has a very sarcastic demeanor and is definately not a sensitive person, at all. I mean hell, when I mentioned that I would be able to come in and work Christmas Eve after all, since my car was fixed and I wouldn’t have to try and find a ride for an ungodly morning shift, she actually did this utterly condescending golf clap and “Oh yay. Good for you” in a dry voice and smirking the whole time.

Since I don’t suffer from something like Plantar Fasciitis, which I could have said was acting up really bad and it was too painful for me to stay the rest of the night, I opted to say nothing to her. I would have rather gone up to one of the guy managers and explained the situation to them rather than tell her. But since she’s above them in the chain of command, it would have gotten to her regardless. I can just imagine her comments too. So for the rest of the night I felt awkward and fearful. I felt like everyone could tell and that at any minute I might overflow again, despite the fact that on break I walked over to the gas station and bought a box of Tampax Max.

Then to make matters worse, Wells Fargo cut our hours so we, the evening shift, got sent home early since the morning shift pretty much burnt through the required hours. We got sent home at 7:30pm. Today we don’t go in until 4pm when normally we go in at 3pm. I wonder if we’re going to be sent home early again? I hope not as I really need the money and hours right now.