People think I'm not human, I guess.
I don't sleep like a normal person, that's for sure. I work more hours in the day than I probably should and I always say yes to another project, even when I should say no. And usually? I shouldn't just say no, I should say, "OH HELL NO!"
But I try to keep that in.
Thus, the people at my work are constantly interrupting me while I'm on my way to the bathroom.
I drink about 80 ounces of water every day between the hours of 6am and 4:30pm. That is a lot of water. Therefore, I often am plowing my way down the hall in an effort to get to the lone, solitary women's room in my fifty year old building, which was built long before there were women working in such positions as I do now.
It doesn't matter. They call for me as I walk by their office doors, "STEPHANIE!"
If I keep going because I just can't wait and also I don't appreciate when people call me like I'm a dog? When I eventually come out of the bathroom? They are STANDING IN FRONT OF THE BATHROOM DOOR. Holding their paperwork out, expectantly. Waiting for me to fix everything. Like I always fix everything.
Now, seriously? That grosses me out. And I am RABID about handwashing.
So, I'm human. Okay? I may not cry everytime I'm hurt and I may act like everything is okay when I'm destroyed inside and I may be the only, only person who hasn't yelled at one particular co-worker even though HE TOTALLY DESERVES IT EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF EVERY SINGLE DAY, but I'm human.
If they start coming into the bathroom after me? I'm jumping out the window.