the flashing beacon of hormonal imbalance

out of the eight hours i am required to spend at work, six and a half hours of my day today were spent in meetings, exemplifying the hell that my week has been.

yeah, i know. whatever. we all get busy.

but one should never be so busy, however, to neglect checking in-between meetings what one's left on one's desk, especially when one works in a cube.

and one should always ensure that any item taken out of one's bag, particularly if it is of a personal nature, should always be placed back in said bag before leaving for an extended period of time.

especially when that item is a tampon.

because tampons, apparently, do not blend in very well with the rest of the accoutrement one would usually find on a desk.

now, perhaps it was the fact that TAMPAX was printed all over the bright, white paper wrapper in big orange letters that just might've given the item's identity away.

or maybe, it it was the fact that it was sitting on top of a maxi pad.

smack-dab in the middle of my desk.

like a flashing beacon of hormonal imbalance.