The world's scariest woman cleans the offices at work. She grunts and growls at you. She is not happy if you have left any food in the garbage can. When she reaches down to pick up the garbage can, she will hold on to the back of the chair, which means that your chair will swivel wildly, taking you on a joyride. I've tried handing her the garbage can each time to avoid this occurrence, but sometimes she just sneaks up on me and beats me to it. I live in fear of her.
Yesterday, I had to do boring, mindless work until midnight. I'm still suffering from a bout of jet lag. So at 10pm, I decided to take a nap on the floor. Like a night watchman trying to protect myself from the bitter cold (despite being indoors, I know, I'm weak), I wrapped my scarf around my neck, using the tail end as a faux pillow. I lay down on my suit and tried to get some shut eye.
Only to hear someone say, "What happened? Are you dead?" I looked up, and there she was. Menacing as ever. Evincing clear disappointment when my eyes opened . . .
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i think i love your cleaning lady
I enjoyed this post. Can you post more about your cleaning lady? Or sleep more on your office floor?
oh man! i chat up my cleaning lady. so she's very nice and offers to take anything i have in my office.
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