I don’t have much going on right now. It’s getting cold, all the candy is gone, stores are already decked out for Christmas, so screw your turkey. I moved offices recently and while I’ve started to believe that the mouse at home is gone, it is clearly a problem at work. The paranoia I feel at home is only heightened here. I sit with my feet in the chair. A coworker opened his drawer and SAW A MOUSE NIBBLING HIS REESE’S CUP. Workers came around to put down traps and the next morning he heard the one in his cabinet go off. I asked about mental hazard pay (and potentially physical hazard pay because come on, I’m no contortionist; my legs can’t stay like this all day). I asked whether grief counselors would be on hand and whether there would be an open casket. And I may have yelled Jesus be a dustpan, I’m not sure.
This is what I looked like when I was told about the in-drawer sighting.
At work, there’s a cool elevator that is glass. While it’s cool, it’s also creepy as hell and I find myself thinking I DON’T NEED TO SEE THE CABLE WHEN IT POPS.
Here are some things we ate this week:
And that’s all I got. Let’s hope Thursday is more interesting.