In three years of blogging, that was pretty much the worst month I've had. Looking at the list, I realized that I only had 10 posts all month, which is not even half my usual amount of self-obsessiveness. It's just the normal stuff we all go through on occasion: big work deadlines (and realizing that there's no way I'm going to make them this time around), group activity stuff with friends, guests in town, and lots of stuff with the TheaterCo as we get ready for the new season. Frankly, I was just exhausted for most of the month.
And in only a couple weeks I'll be taking this blog on the road, across the pond to Europe for two weeks as i attend a trade show for work and tend to some other business trips while I'm over there. I think that my hotel has internet access for the first week, and I haven't finished booking hotels for the next week yet, but I'm optimistic.
The one mildly interesting issue that kept popping up over the last few days will probably not interest most of you - men's room etiquette. There were two events that happened to me since Friday that are of note in that regard. First, on Friday I walked into the men's room at work to discover that one of the contract guys from the shredding service* was standing in there with his pants around his knees - exposing his tighty-whities for all the world to see. Mercifully, my man-reflexes kicked in ASAP and I immediately averted my eyes, pretending that he didn't exist. I'm not sure if he was trying to wash something, or having issues tucking his uniform into his pants or what. I don't ask questions abut things that scar me emotionally. I washed up and left as soon as I could.
Then, last night, GrrBro**, the GF and a friend of hers went to a movie at the local restored vintage movie house. After the film was out, I went to use the restroom and found myself faced with an old man standing in the front of all three urinals, undoing his pants. This is a *clear* violation of the man-rules, which dictate that a man must select a urinal first and then step up to said urinal prior to any undoing/unbuttoning/unzipping action occurs. There are actually many rules about behavior in the men's room, but most of them are unspoken and simply understood by men. I think it's in our genes. Any way, I had to wait until he had gone through his machinations and chosen one before I could do anything. Needless to say, it was a bit uncomfortable, as there's no way to politely say "Excuse me sir, would you mind not whipping our your little buddy in the middle of the men's room?"
* My company has an outside service come and do large volume shredding of documents. Pretty much every day these guys come in, roll out the locked document boxes and bring in empty ones to replace them.
** My little brother, who is in town this weekend visiting the big city.