Well, that was fun.
I'm having a drink. Got it mopped off the walls and wood floor. About a quarter of the carpet is blotchily stained with greyish crap. It's probably just dust and mold, but ew.
It was a freak accident, and I feel for the guy, but when he asked if there was anything to tell the office, I said "Carpet cleaning." He made some noises about me moving furniture so "they don't have to pay that" but fuck that noise. No matter the cause, mgmt is responsible for messes its staff makes. They are so footing this one in all its glory.
None of this was my responsibility.
He is SO FUCKING LUCKY it missed my bookcases.
I would have asked for replacement costs for every damned book damaged. A book foot (I made that up. A foot of books) is probably $100 easy.
I think I was preemptively cranky.
Now I'm earwormed with "Zoom a zoom a zoooom, come on and zoomazoomazooooommmm..."
Send it to Zoom! 0-2-1-3-4!
sometimes it saves time.
Well, I've always thought my job description ought to include a requirement for psychic powers. Now I just have to figure out what last night's crank was about.
To do tomorrow:
spare keys to office
buy a new filter because I fucking am not waiting for them to do so. Remember to save receipt.
buy more scotch.
I really ought to get my own place. But the rent is so reasonable and I hate moving and I hate having to meet new people who sell stuff and and and.
Send it to Zoom! 0-2-1-3-4!
That was fucking awesome when I was a kid. Due to growing up in 02144.
YAY!! It's finally raining here!! It was thunder and lightning when I was walking down the street just now, and now rain!!
