Blood and Roses

I've seriously had a lot of trouble thinking of things to blog about that aren't completely repulsive. Those of you who come here often can tell that I've been more than a little artistically constipated and the excuses I have are lacking in authenticity. Yeah, I've been desperately busy with work and even started dating again, but no one gives a shit about work and the dating thing... Well, let's just say, I don't want to say something that I will regret later.

So, here it is: I always seem to have the good fortune of knowing when my female employees are menstruating. They always work it into conversation, by way of an "excuse" for their absent-mindedness or lack of enthusiasm. I don't particularly care to know that the reason you were late was because you were bleeding like a stuck pig in the bathroom for a half an hour this morning. I understand that this is something that is perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of, but do I have to hear about it? Apparently, I do. Personally, if I am in the bathroom for more than two minutes, call an ambulance...