Too much information!

I have learned after a few bad experiences that you should curb your alcohol intake around co-workers.

Now I just wish that some of my co-workers would learn this little lesson. Because Sunday nights are like Friday nights for those of us that work every weekend, sometimes we actually get our shit together to go for a wobbly pop or two after our show is over. Last night was one of those nights. Our weekday director showed up about 20 minutes before we went to air, bombed out of his mind and carrying a sack of beer (classy pirate eye was in full effect with a dodgy Canadian cowboy hat that he found in a 15 pack). So after offering up a beer to a couple of the lads prior to going on-air, we actually had a seamless show.

When we got out, it was unreal some of the things that were coming out of his mouth. He told us how he had stopped smoking pot because he and his wife (another one of our co-workers) are now trying to get pregnant. Then he started telling us how she had just had her first 28 day cycle and he continued talking about her period.

Now I was the only female at the table and at that point I tuned out (seriously, I don't need to hear about someone else's periods!) as for the rest of the guys at the table -- all of their eyes glazed over and they had that panicked look like they wanted to flee at the word period.

It went steadly downhill from there as he continued to tell us about their doctor appointments, and then he started having a heart to heart with another of the guys. I couldn't drink my gin fast enough to get out of there.

I also learned that another of our co-workers had to endure seeing one of the older anchors buck-naked at the gym one day. When my mind started to wander to the mental picture stage I had to slam my gin to douse that horrific image. Clearly he was still scarred by it admitting he can no longer look him in the eye.

I think we all learned a lesson at the table last night.

Hopefully I won't have to hear about anymore periods.