Wheee! Scrubby scrub scrub! (Not Scrubs.)
Apparently while I was at lunch they cleaned the carpets in compact shelving. Like seriously, while I was at lunch. There was a sign that said they started cleaning at 1pm. And I'm not going down there today. Even though he brought more crap over. And he'll be hard pressed to get me to do anything at all tomorrow, on my last day before I return to something approaching sanity (AKA, ECLS).
Maybe I'll be sane enough that I won't spend my entire paycheck tomorrow, after all.
Maybe I'll be sane enough that I won't spend my entire paycheck tomorrow, after all.