I’m working OT on a Wednesday afternoon/evening and I’m all alone here in the department. The hallway looked so dark and creepy the last time I stepped out to take the letters from the Canon scanner.
I think the cleaner heard me moving because he just knocked on the office door a few minutes ago, insisting that I open it so he could clean. So what if it’s “cleaning day”? I am NOT opening the door when I don’t even know who the guy is and there is no other human being within screaming distance. I’d rather leave the office un-vacuumed.
I’m trying to minimize the Mayon volcano of papers on my desk. I have this fantasy of finishing all my pending, actually completing my long to-do list, emptying the inbox, responding to and archiving all my emails, taking the used coffee mugs to the kitchen, and getting rid of the foot-high filing pile. My desk would look oh-so-clean and neat and everyone can ohhh and ahhh over the color of the wood which had not seen fluorescent light since after it was assembled.
When that day comes I can quit happy. 🙂
Oh my, one of ze quasi-bosses just asked me out. *flips phone* Too bad, not my type. And I don’t date doctors. 🙂