Ursula

Every girl has a name she hates. It could be someone she met who just didn’t sizzle her spirit, a high school friend who turned into a bad choice, or even a Disney nemesis. My roommates and I have compiled these names and refer to them as such when our monthly gift comes. Mine is named Ursula, like the evil witch from the Little Mermaid.
This week Ursula showed up right on time, but unexpectedly to me. “Had it really been a month?” I said scratching my head. Why yes it had. That was my second week of work. And the time before that, Ursula visited me on top of Mt. Sinai in Egypt. *sigh*
This week Ursula has been an especially tricky bitch, and inhibiting me from engineering the plant where I work. As I walk to a meeting with all men, I just want to rub my lower abdomen – but that’s not allowed, of course. Standing for short periods of time in heels fatigues my situation and forget taking measurements for layouts. The most difficult part of Ursula this time is that I have to hide her. I wonder how Rosie the riveter did it….