Am convinced building manager Patterson has camera rigged in elevator. Did see notice on front door indicating security cameras on premises. Since have not seen them elsewhere, must be in elevator. Or laundry room. Am sure watching neighbor M contemplating spin cycle from top of machine must be the greatest stimulation he has had. No doubt his right hand gets much practise.
Other shit: Boss still darkening K's desk. K appeared less than enthusiastic. Could have been the obscene amount of pending case work in box coupled with queuing calls whilst knocking man-hand from shoulder.
Other-er shit: Photocopied ass, posted it to cork board with message: "You are here." Came back later to find phone number on left cheek. When did baring one's ass automatically suggest free-tail was involved? Twas a comment on the establishment. Not an offer.
Note to self: "Mia, may have to refrain from copying ass in future. Consider copying hand giving bird as alternative."
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Laundry room cameras are a terrifying thought. People keeping track of all the things I spill on myself...jesus, it makes me nervous.
Rather like a Where's Waldo for neat-freaks. Think of the OCD cases you could keep occupied.
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