Monday was a 2 cups of coffee type of day.
I normally only drink one because more than that has me doing a Michael Flatley Lord of the Dance routine under my desk.
It was also the day I realized that nothing surprises me anymore.
Not even seeing Milton walk into the office bathroom, see a new roll of TP, then dig thru the garbage can and get the discarded cardboard TP roll.
While I’m not surprised she did this disgusting thing (think about it, putting your bare hands in a bathroom garbage can where people dispose of used Kleenexes and lord knows what else!), I did wonder what posses someone to be so Obsessive Compulsive about recycling.
My worry is that, pretty soon, she will lose all grips on reality and instead of just picking up plastic bottles left in the parking lot, she'll be following bums around asking them if they're done with the bottle they just peed in so she can recycle it.
I appreciate the fact that she is singlehandedly making the world a better place for future slackers but maybe she should think about carrying some sort of biodegradable bio-hazard suit thing.
The smart one reading this!
Can you invent one and send it over to our hero of the future please? I don't want her spreading her germs since she touches my stuff sometimes and it creeps me out!
If you don't believe she goes thru my desk, please see Exhibits A & B.
I went to lunch but set a little trap for her before I left. The scary part? I am torn on who gets the crazy prize in this case!
Milton for acting like Milton or me for staging elaborate set ups to catch the recycling perp!