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So after about two months, 'management' has finally fixed the broken bathroom stall lock. This means they've installed a crappy second lock on the door, which is already loose and will probably break by the end of the week. After my previous post, I'd started using the broken stall--I'd go in and just hold the door shut while I did my business. Not only did this make using the bathroom more interesting (and challenging!), it also freaked out the other bathroom users, which I enjoyed.

In case you were wondering, my grandmother loved the rugelach despite their odd shapes. She actually confiscated the container I brought, hid it in her purse the entire night, and then took it home and hid it there so no one else could get any. This probably makes her seem crazy, but really she is the most sane 85 year old woman I know. And I know quite a few, actually.

Since my last post, I've acheived an office milestone! I vomited in the office! It was much less scary than I'd expected, and now I feel like a full-fledged member of my department (I'd been the only one not to have done this at work). Unfortunately, the vomiting incident also involved an embarrassing encounter with two male coworkers who saw me lying on the floor next to a trash can containing vomit, moaning and holding a hot water bottle on my bared lower-stomach-area.