I think he found the Lindbergh baby
Yesterday at work, I had to go to the other building. I discovered my boss' son sweeping back there. It needs it. That place hasn't been cleaned properly since I've worked there.
Me: Thank you.
Me: Let me know if you find the Lindbergh baby.
Him: What's the Lindbergh baby?
Me: *explanation about Charles Lindbergh and his baby's kidnapping*
I do my thing, he keeps sweeping. We both change positions and he's out of my sight.
Him: *stifled yell*
Me: ...Did you find the Lindbergh baby?!
Him: No, a bug--big.
He walks closer to me and immediately starts sneezing, multiple times in a row. He goes to grab a shop towel from a big box by me. At this point, I'm done back there and starting to walk toward the door. He also comes toward the front, holding the shop towel.
Him: You should see this!
Me: ...I do not need to know what came out of your nose.
Him: It's half the bug. *shows me what's likely half of a silverfish*
Me: Ah, okay, phew.
As it turned out, in his zest for cleaning--which, again, things are feral back there and it's disgusting in a lot of places--he apparently unearthed actual important things that BBC needs for certain projects and BBC had to go dumpster diving/garbage picking to retrieve them. I mean, if he kept them somewhat neat to begin with--and made sure his garbage made it into the trash can, instead of tossing stuff in its general direction and hoping for the best, not being sure it actually made it inside--perhaps people would know the items had use and weren't just junk on the ground. But that's me. There's so much wrong over there. I simply don't have the energy to try and fix it. I just pay attention to my workstation and my minion and that's about all I can do at the moment. I have a note to talk about the latest happenings but I'm so drained that I just don't want to get into it, but maybe over the weekend.
Me: Thank you.
Me: Let me know if you find the Lindbergh baby.
Him: What's the Lindbergh baby?
Me: *explanation about Charles Lindbergh and his baby's kidnapping*
I do my thing, he keeps sweeping. We both change positions and he's out of my sight.
Him: *stifled yell*
Me: ...Did you find the Lindbergh baby?!
Him: No, a bug--big.
He walks closer to me and immediately starts sneezing, multiple times in a row. He goes to grab a shop towel from a big box by me. At this point, I'm done back there and starting to walk toward the door. He also comes toward the front, holding the shop towel.
Him: You should see this!
Me: ...I do not need to know what came out of your nose.
Him: It's half the bug. *shows me what's likely half of a silverfish*
Me: Ah, okay, phew.
As it turned out, in his zest for cleaning--which, again, things are feral back there and it's disgusting in a lot of places--he apparently unearthed actual important things that BBC needs for certain projects and BBC had to go dumpster diving/garbage picking to retrieve them. I mean, if he kept them somewhat neat to begin with--and made sure his garbage made it into the trash can, instead of tossing stuff in its general direction and hoping for the best, not being sure it actually made it inside--perhaps people would know the items had use and weren't just junk on the ground. But that's me. There's so much wrong over there. I simply don't have the energy to try and fix it. I just pay attention to my workstation and my minion and that's about all I can do at the moment. I have a note to talk about the latest happenings but I'm so drained that I just don't want to get into it, but maybe over the weekend.