DON’T TOUCH MY STUFF!
OK, so for the past week I’ve woken up with the Mary Tyler Moore theme song in my head… I think it’s due to the Chase bank commercial that I keep seeing. But today I woke up with some cruise line song in my head. The one about “My lover stands on golden sands watching the ships….lets go sailing” yeah, that ONE LINE keeps going over and over and over… with the occasional break for, Mary Tyler Moore.
In other news…the cleaning crew here at the building where I work has no sense of place. They keep moving things around on me as if I’m not going to notice my clock isn’t FACING ME? or that my papers aren’t where I left them? C’mon people!! I’ve got specific PLACES for EVERYTHING if anything is even a millimeter out of place, I’m gunna know. But what really fries me… they set their wet rag on my stacks of paper…so that my stuff on my desk can be all crinkled from getting wet and then drying out. What kind of idiot puts a wet anything on a stack of paper on someone’s desk?! Frickin moron…. Yes, we’ve complained to building management repeatedly, nothing changes. I prefer the cleaning crew at my old office. They weren’t allowed to touch the desk or anything on it. They didn’t want to be held responsible for the computers and the hi-tech phones getting messed up. So all they did was vacuum, and empty the garbage. We were responsible for cleaning our own desks….and that’s the way it SHOULD be.
