The Ideal Wives Club

While laying on the sofa of the Egypt green room, or the Ideal Wives Club, as we dressers call it ( dressing up performers, cleaning up after them, doing their laundry. Get it? ) , at the same time I'm writhing in agony of the painful occurrence that girls go through each month.

The First Day , we females call it. The awful cramps and contractions we suffer, all us girls could do is just lay and roll around, in hope of getting rid of the pain.

Somehow I feel as though the universe is aware of the coming of the First Day for me. A few days ago, I noticed that on Thursday no performer is scheduled for the role of Dr Rodney, a Face Character of the theme park I'm working at.

Dressing Dr Rodney can be a pain in the ass, having to make sure the performer looks alright with the fake arm attached to him and doesn't look fake at all. But isn't that what it is? A FAKE arm. Not to mention the gazillion amount of buttons this performer has on his costume and he has no way of doing it himself with only one hand, since one his arms is in a triceratops puppet moving it around and about.

So, having to know that there aren't any performers scheduled to be Dr Rodney on that day, the universe decides to let my period begin on the very same day.

And here I am, writhing in pain and torture.

Thankful I am that there aren't much stuff for me to do right now. But Lord, I don't need these cramps! All I want to do is to put a warm bottle of water underneath my work uniform over my belly and sleep away. Obviously I can't, I have to attend to my 'husbands' and 'children' who can't clean after themselves up. Not to mention, all of their laundry later on in the evening.

Lord have mercy on me.

I notice that it's only 1pm right now, which means 7 more hours to freedom and I'm going to rush home and sleep my pain and misery away.

On the bright side I'm not scheduled to work tomorrow and I'm going to attend a dinner in the evening, with a couple of hookahs available for us all. Need myself some more strawberry mint. The Hookah session I had a week ago wasn't enough for me.

In all honesty I still have no idea what I signed up for after accepting this contract to be a Full-Timer. I just find that the only difference I currently face is the intense work schedule of 5 days a week, 10 hours a day.

But I already went through that during my intern days here in this company, so I'm unsure if whatever I did then will be the same as what I'm doing now.

Speaking of internship, graduation's coming and I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to get as a graduation outfit. I'm keeping it decent, since it's just a school event. Plus my parents are going to be there. I don't wish to have any of them suffering a heart attack when I unveil my graduation robe.

My cramps right now are like constantly reminding me of their existence, my womb contracting again and again.

Dammit. Just feel like shoving the escorts on the sofa away from it and conquer the entire space and roll away. I hope this monstrosity will be gone when the weekend rolls in. Looking forward to my freedom on Sunday.