It's been really dry at work and I keep a small bottle of lotion with me. Don't laugh, moisturizing is important. I was rubbing some in & started thinking of a new story idea. Meg + lotion = muscle growth. Sure it's been done before but isn't it always a little more fun with me ;D
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Lab environments can be hazardous. Icky substances, high voltage equipment and unknown specimens. It's funny, but what bothers me most is the constant ventilation systems that dries my skin out.
I always have a bottle of lotion with me but today I used up the last of it. Crap. I can probably just wait until the end of the day and pick up some on my way home.
A couple hours go by and I get itchy. The vents are blowing harder now and I feel like I'm shriveling.
Jan is an older, overweight lady that sits in the office across from me. We are cordial but wouldn't call us friends. She's big into scrapbooking and goes on and on about it every time I enter her office. I'll have to suck it up and ask her for lotion.
After twenty minutes of checking out her latest card stocks & rubber stamps, I finally get a word in and ask her if she has any lotion. "Sorry, Meggy" she says.
Now my skin is super itchy, I've lost brain cells listening to Jan and annoyed at being Meggy. I march down the hall looking for lotion.
Some of the lab boys might have some, hell, most have some sort of skin condition. I love them though. Their very sweet and I can get about anything from them with minimal flirting. It's been tough coming up with excuses not to go out with them now that I've been dating again. I try not to be mean, they're just not what I'm looking for.
Everyone is gone. Must be some sort of meeting.
I look around a bit. I love seeing what they're working on. Lots of formulas and equipment I don't understand. I'm CIS and we don't even come close to speaking the same language but it fascinates me.
Looking in a disposal bin, I see what looks like a bottle of Jergen's. Jackpot! You can never be too careful with these lab guys, so I open the bottle to smell it. Seems about right.
Back at my office, I pour a little lotion into my hand and start to rub it up and down my arm. The consistency seems a little off. It doesn't really seem to be moisturizing either. After a couple minutes I begin feeling a strange sensation... >>