duhneese

"Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!

Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes...

The dead rising from the grave!

Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!"



as if the market freefall and an oct.15th deadline aren't enough to drive us crazy here, we came into the office this morning to find our water cooler BOILING!  like full on double, double toil and trouble.  the water in the bottle on top is still scalding hot.  weird weird weird.

i had to put a sweater on in the office today.  that hasn't happened for a looooooong time.  and, i had to pull my blanket up off the end of my bed this morning, because the sheet just wasn't cutting it. brrrr.

i know you people with REAL seasons will laugh, but i do believe fall's in the air. BRING ON THE COLD NIGHTS*! i am SO done with the melting.

oh except, i'm going to palm springs this weekend, so a little bit of hot there is okay.  but only this weekend, then i want more of this nice cooler weather. 








*_{i know i wouldn't be wishing that if i lived where it snowed.  fucking snow! no way could i live in it.}

as i was getting ready to leave the office last night, i headed to the restroom. the one with the broken handle.

anyway, i had my hands full because i was carrying the dead flowers to throw out and clean the vase. someone had wedged the trash can into the doorway again, and the broken handle was sitting on top of it. grrrrr, i kicked the trashcan into the restroom ahead of me and heard the handle hit the floor. ok as long as the handle was there, i could attach it the the shaft (shut up) and turn it to get out. i set my stuff down, used the facilities and cleaned out the vase.

then i looked around for the handle that I KNOW I HEARD HIT THE FLOOR.

no handle.

i started freaking out, thinking i might be stuck in there all night, because this was after 7pm, and most of the building had cleared out.



so i grabbed the shaft (shut up) and tried to turn and pull at the same time (i'm usually pretty good at this). many times. my hand started hurting. NOT GONNA HAPPEN. heavy, heavy door. so being the smart cookie i am, i wrapped a huge wad of paper towels around my hand was was finally able to pull it open enough to wedge my foot in and get the hell out of there.

there was the handle. on the floor just outside the door. I KNEW I'D HEARD IT!

they still haven't fixed it. we decided to tape the latch so it won't lock until they do.

these creepy-assed fuckers are swarmiing in our office.



i ESPECIALLY love when they drop on my head from the ceiling.

the termite guy isn't coming to spray until friday night. ugh.

i'm going out to the car for my umbrella.

a client just came in to pick up her tax return. with her were her two kids (goes to look up ages), a 13 year old girl and 10 year old boy.

instead of sitting quietly in the waiting area while their mother asked me some questions, i watched out of the corner of my eye as these two FUCKING BRATS proceeded to move around the whole office, touching things, picking things up and generally acting inappropriately. i saw the girl reaching for a coffee cup and since i turned the coffee pot off myself about an hour ago, i assumed she was going to make a cup of instant coffee from our courtesy table.

twice, their mother said something to them in their native language (hrmph), which i assume was some kind of admonishment that they obviously ignored. instead they started playing with a paperweight on the desk behind their mother, right outside my bossess' office door, laughing loudly.

that right there was enough to make me want to smack them. BUT THEN, after they left the office, i found this.

they "made" instant coffee, which was a complete waste because all they did was mix hot water and creamer to make a white paste in the bottom of the coffee cup, then trashed it and the instant coffee package was torn open and dumped in the trash. sugar wrappers and stirrers were left on the table. and here's the part that chaps my ass...
(crappy cell phone picture)


they turned the coffee put to "ON", which if i hadn't noticed, would have fried the empty glass pot AND THEN they dumped a bunch of creamer in the basket of the coffee maker (right on top of the wet grounds).

LITTLE DESTRUCTIVE HOODLUM VANDALS IN THE MAKING, I SWEAR. NO RESPECT FOR OTHER'S PROPERTY.

this is a gross-out for sure.

i've noticed "stuff" on the floor and around the toilets in the restrooms here at my office building in the past week or so. by "stuff" i mean an off-white, dry, kinda non-descript, flaky-looking layer of "stuff". it's been on the toilet seats as well, and sometimes appears even after the maintenance guy has been in there to clean. smells clean, looks dirty.

my first thought was that it was something falling from the ceiling panels. i really didn't give it much thought except to think, "damn pigs don't clean up after themselves".

a friend from another suite in the building just came in and told us what that "stuff" was.

skin.

some disgusting WOMAN is sitting in the stalls and scratching her gross, disgusting dead skin until it flakes all over the floor and the toilet and ew ew ewwwwwwwwwwww.

lovely, ain't it?