I got to my office to find my desk in a state of chaos! Envelopes had been manhandled, coffee cups overturned, and my personal effects looked like they were arranged in alphabetical order.
My contract janitorial service does a bang-up job. I just wish they would not try to get me to join their neatness cult. I suspect they hold daily rituals down my cold empty hallways. I am waiting to see if they have burned paper products out by the parking lot. An offering to their Neatness deity.
I may have to have a word or two with them.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment