I went to my campus today to get some work done and do a few things I’ve been dreading. Under the “dread category” I took care of my grotesque collection of lunches in tupperware containers that are crowding the fridge. I scraped out 14(!) containers of guck and put them in the sink to soak.
A couple of hours into the day, I finally tracked the weird smell to my own shoes. I had a huge gob of dog shit worked into the tracks of both soles and had been tracking it from office to office and down the hallways. I cleaned what I could, but someone had locked the copier room in the meantime, and I know for a fact that there is some big dog poop left by me in the carpet of that room.
Three hours into working, I suddenly remembered that I had put my root beer in the freezer. Yup, it burst. I cleaned the best I could without any cleaning fluid or good paper towels (in other words, not well).
My last act before leaving was to knock a soap dispenser off the wall in the bathroom, distributing gooey work-soap all over.
I just got home and realized that I left my gucky, nasty tupperware containers soaking in the kitchen at work.
Aren’t people going to be surprised on Monday morning by all the nice things I did over the weekend!
