I think the bathroom in this building seriously has it in for me. First I come heart stoppingly close to losing my shoe in the toliet. Then today after I went pee I turned around to flush the toilet (I found a new way to flush) and I see a BART ticket floating in the water. I swore it wasn't there before I went pee. Then it struck me. I had my BART ticket in my back pocket...it must've fell out into the toilet. I check both my back pockets and sure enough, no BART ticket to be found. I wasn't gonna fish it out...that's sick. (Besides, I don't think the ticket would work anyways even if I did fish it out.) So I had no choice but to flush my newly purchased BART ticket ($10 value) down the toilet...sucks to be me.

New method of flushing:
I noticed that there are extra rolls of toilet paper sitting on top of the TP dispenser of each stall. Now instead of kicking my leg up to flush, I just grab one of the extra rolls and use that to press the lever down. Problem solved =)

The bathrooms in the new building that I work in suck. First of all, they're old...cracked tiles and really ugly color of paint on the walls (a mix between pee and mustard yellow). Secondly, there is only one sink. There are 3 stalls but only one sink. Usually there's line to use the toilet, but in this building there's a line to use the sink. Third, the lever to flush the toilet is super high. It's probably designed so that you can flush the toilet with your hand but that's just SICK. There's no way I'm flushing a toilet used by at least 75 people with my hand...absolutely out of the question. So instead, I have to bust out a cheerleader move and kick my leg up really high so I can flush the toilet with my foot.

Today, however, I almost had a heart attack as I was trying the flush the toilet. I wore these slip on sandals to work today and as I was kicking my leg up I could feel my shoe slipping off my foot. I panicked so I swung my leg to the side so that my shoe wouldn't fall into the toilet. In slow motion, I see my shoe falling straight down heading for the dirty toilet water. I would've used my hands to save my shoe but my hands were pressed up against the opposite walls of the stalls to keep my balance as my left leg was being kicked into the air. All I could do was watch my shoe fall and pray with all my might that it would miss the toilet. I guess all that praying within that split second worked because my shoe bounced off the toilet seat and onto the ground...whew!!! I need to find a new way to flush the toilet at work.

I survived! Mike and I went biking across the Golden Gate Bridge (and much much further) on Saturday. Initially I assumed we were just gonna go to Sausilito and back. I didn't wanna take the ferry back because I get really sea sick. While we were at the bike shop, the lady was explaning the routes to us but on the map Sausilito didn't look so far, so I suggested that we go a little further. Apparently Mike and I had different definitions of what "a little further" meant. I meant it as going through downtown Sausilito and coming back. Mike, however, thought "a little further" meant going to the next county.

We passed Sausilito and I was getting really tired, but like a trooper,I followed Mike and watched him get smaller and smaller as he sped his way up the road. After biking another hour or so, we finally stopped in the middle of this woodsy area (I think Mike saw death looming over my head). I looked at the map to see where we were...we were in Mill Valley!!! The thought of how far I was from the bike shop made my heart sink. I could start to hear myself whimper but I sucked it up with the hope of taking the ferry back (at this point I welcomed sea sickness...anything but biking all the way back). We biked and biked and biked and finally made it back to Sausilito, yes! I see the ferry approaching the dock (perfect timing!) but I see Mike keep biking past the ferry station, nooooo!!! I couldn't believe it...we were actually gonna bike alllllllllll the way back to the bike shop (devastated).

My legs couldn't take it anymore...I had to walk my bike up even the slightest incline. The last straw was this ginormous hill right before getting back on the Golden Gate Bridge. I was walking my bike up the hill for what seemed like years...it actually took me 30 mins just to get up that stinkin hill. Then once on the Golden Gate Bridge, I thought it was gonna be smooth sailing but that's where the real danger was. The wind was sooo freezing and strong I almost got blown onto oncoming cars. And the fog was so dense that I couldnt' see what was ahead of me...scary. I don't know how I got back to the bike shop...it was a miracle.

I was basically bed ridden for the rest of the weekend, but looking back I guess it was fun. Mike and I biked 27 miles in 5 hours on Saturday...an amazing feat! Lance Armstrong, how the heck do you do it???