First off, let me say, I'm so sorry for not keeping up to date. December was pretty much filled with general chaos and finding the cat I had been fostering a home and January has been consumed with some auditions and our first conference which officially begins Monday.

Anywho, the real reason why we all read my journal...the Snarfer. Last week, I met the Snarfer's equal. To catch those up who aren't regular readers, the Snarfer is this woman in my office who LOVES to hack, spit...you name it...all sorts of things. Little did I know, she does Bikram yoga which explains the 8 hour office days of "Snarfing" in many a public area. Las

It has been a mystery for several weeks now who in our office has been having their liquid lunch. Someone in the office has thrown up twice in the "ladies" room and being I sit close to the "ladies" room I would be making many a call to facilities to clean up. Last week, this same person had thrown up in the middle of the floor in the hallway right outside my cube. In her defense, she's pregnant. In my freakin' defense, you learn after the first cookie chucking time!!! That day, facilities came up 6 times to clean up this mess. It was in the air...the smell greeted you as you got off the elevators. The next day at work, it was still bad. Facilities came up one more time and replaced the carpet. In the meantime, I and the girl next to me are sticking our faces in our desk fans to try to keep our sanity. I tell you, that was the worst of it.

The wrath...of the Regurgatator.

Ofcourse seeing "The Office" this last thursday made me chuckle. I'm bringing it into work on Monday as that is our one week anniversary of what was formally called "The puke experience". They can't wait!