I'm scarred for life

Today was my first day back at work in a month. It was hard getting out of bed.

The alarm clock rings

Miss M: What the fuck is that?

Sits up in a panic and stares around the room

Miss M: Jesus, seriously, make it shut up. Ah crap it's the alarm!

Contemplates throwing her phone against the wall

So after dragging myself up, showering and departing from the house I made it into the office for 945am. Only to be told that the Production Manager I was to help out was in an edit and would only be back in the office round 1130am. So I waited. And messed around. And waited. Even walked 15 minutes in the rain to meet a friend for lunch who then proceeded to decide that he would melt if the rain touched him and he bailed - so I walked the 15 minutes back cursing his name. The weenie. 215pm the Production Manager showed up. Only to tell me he didn't have any work for me to do so perhaps I should watch a copy of the show.

Sits down to watch the documentary

Miss M: Mmmh this looks interesting, she's saying she doesn't want to give birth in a hospital?

Miss M: Hang on, no doctors? No drugs?

Miss M: Oh my god, is that a baby coming out? Dear god no, please zoom out! Seriously, please!!

A very traumitised Miss M finishes the documentary and is now scarred for life by the close up image of babies being pushed out of vaginas.

Miracle of life my ass, that shit shouldn't be shared.