Just When I Thought I'd Get Out

I head back to my office to grab my things, so I can blow this popsicle stand that I call work. When I get there, I find my waste basket had been move from it's regular spot. It now sits right in front of my door. I said, "What the hell?" just loud enough so that whoever is doing this can hear that I'm a little ticked off. How annoying now that I have to move my waste basket back to its spot, so I can enter my office. That one extra step has ruined my day, and it was going so well.

My waste basket had not been disturbed all day. I actually got work done. My fortune cookie at lunch even said, "Be prepared to receive something special". I interperted that to mean my trash can will be undisturb... in bed. Why do people keep saying that?

Before I moved my trash can back, I wanted to capture the moment. I'm not allowed to bring a camera to work and take pictures, so I went out and hired a sketch artist. He wanted $25 dollars for the picture, and I told him to screw off. So, you're stuck looking at the crappy picture that I drew. Third grade art class is really paying off now.

From the picture, it looks like I work at a very scary place. You can see that the waste basket is now in front of the door. I marked off on the floor where it used to be, or is that where I buried my treasure? I forget. There is also graffitti on the wall as well. If you want to come visit me, I say come during the day because pirates only come out at night.

It looks like that trash can is way out of proportion compared to the door, so there's no way that I can just open the door and walk over it. I'd surely trip and break the other fortune cookie that I'm saving for bed later. That's probably why the person put it there, so I'd hurt myself. People are so mean.

I return the waste basket back to the 'X' on the floor and head home.