well... I moved here about six months ago from South Africa after leaving an abusive relationship of 20 plus years. That on its own has been a rude awakening and scary experience starting from two suitcases with a 12 year old.
Found a job and have been here 3 months. This morning I got hauled in by my Supervisor as there are rumors in the office. Bearing in mind, I am currently like a hermit stay at home, come to work etc., hardly speak to anyone at work. Haven't even met all staff yet. Anyway. I was apparently painting my nails at my desk. I nearly fell over and could not think what they were on about. LIGHTBULB... :) I have a bottle of cuticle oil on my desk that I pour into my hands when I have been to the loo in place of hand cream this is something I do at home too, not too sure how to handle this one.