I had a particularly rough day at work. As most of you already know, I have what is called “emetephobia” or an extreme fear of “v*mit”. I can’t even type it fully or look at the word.
Well, my coworkers and I started out enjoying one another’s company and they were interested in hearing about essential oils so I brought a book and some samples. Then my boss comes in. Coughing up a storm. She sounds terrible and looks bad. A couple of hours later, she goes to the restroom, comes out and says, “Well, now I’m throwing up.” Instantly my heart started pounding, I was thinking of ways to escape, and I felt like I wanted to cry.
One of my coworkers said immediately after she said this, “You’re going home then right?” Everyone hates it whenever anyone comes to work ill and that’s understandable of course. This rule is unsaid, but respected among us coworkers. It doesn’t necessarily apply to our boss I guess.
In response, she said, “I will go home later.” Panic mode set in for me and I just wanted to leave more than anything. Luckily, my mom is just an email away and she said, “Well, look at this as a time to confront some of your fears head on and work on all that you’ve been working on with your OCD” or something to that effect. I still wanted to leave, but a half hour or so had passed since all this started going down. Finally, she left and we could all breathe freer.
Immediately after the door chimed and the coast was clear, two of my coworkers put their shirts over their noses, grabbed cans of Lysol, and starting spraying down the office. I almost died laughing when one of them yelled, “Fumigate her office and shut the door!” and “I sprayed the bathroom so much it was dripping.” I was comforted a bit knowing that they too were experiencing the same discomfort, maybe not to the same extremes, but still they didn’t like it either.
Eventually, as these things do with me, my anxiety cooled down. One of my coworkers kept saying her phone was possessed because it kept malfunctioning in some way. I took advantage of this, used the intercom feature on our phones, and started breathing into the receiver. Talk about freaked out! They were all making a commotion and were confused as to what was going on. “It sounds like wind!” Someone said. Finally, I said through the intercom, “Happy Halloween” in the creepiest voice I could muster. Humor certainly is sometimes the best medicine.
Eventually, I made it to the end of the day and when I got home, it was like my muscles were just worn out. I must’ve been so tense the entire day. I immediately took off my “contaminated” clothes, scoured myself in the shower, brewed a cup of green tea and sat down on the couch to crochet. Not before cuddling the crap out of Chester though. I held him and I cried with relief. I was so thankful for that moment.
That was my day, which turned out to be much more eventful than I would have ever liked.
Thank you for reading,