Judging from the remnants around my teacup this morning, it seems that it was THE place to be on Thanksgiving…
…if you were of the mousey variety. Alas, this is not the first time I’ve returned to the office to find such evidence of nocturnal partying on my desk. If you could see the place I work in, you would not be surprised. In fact, you would be disappointed if the critters did not visit your teacup as well. This building is an eighteenth century mill which was once used to manufacturer gun powder for the Revolutionary War. Yes, it has its “charm.” The location is very serene with a man-made waterfall outside, run-down historic buildings up the walking path through the woods, owls hooting overhead when I leave at night. It would be a perfect creative location if it weren’t for the JUNK. CEO is a pack rat, a slob, a pile-maker. Several times a day I find myself cleaning HIS things off my desk. I would put them away if there was such a place, but there is no away. There are just other places, other piles. So like a kid who wants to make short work of “picking up” their room, I move the miscellaneous papers, half-drunk coffee cups, product samples, magazines and other JUNK to other locales where CEO will either trip over them or ignorantly step around them.
But back to the mice…
OH WAIT! Hold the presses. CEO’s wife just brought in their new, 8 week old German Shepherd PUPPY! Oh what a luv bug! Oh what a big ball of fur! Oh joy, my oh my, this week will not rot as quickly as I expected.
Ok, so, I shall name the mice family the Willards, as I think they are my accomplices in workplace crime, and if I need them they will unleash their fury upon all who tread upon me. Hmm, should I start leaving full meals out for them, to make them more fierce? Muah-aaah-ah-ah-ah-aaaah…
Now to go suck up some more puppy love.
