… with an unhappy ending.

Walking from the car park to the administration building this morning, I noticed my shoe laces were untied. I thought I’d get them later when I’m in the rest room hanging my abaya.

Up up up the stairs, and… opps… safety shoe fell off!

I pick the shoe, and hop on one leg.

The purpose of this story is not to tell you of a funny situation. When you think about it, it is in fact a very very sad story.

The one thing that keeps buzzing at the back of my head is that, despite the 1000:1 ratio of men to women here at work, noone came scurrying to pick up my shoe. They’re all too careful, too uptight! For God’s sake, where are your balls? No this is not an invitation to grope yourself.

Only one guy has been comfortable and natural around me, and it’s making me second guess his sexual orientation.

I’m doomed in this place.

Ok, back off, I’m PMSing.