wtf

In the interest of job preservation, I have never blogged about work. I'm going to tonight, but I am not pulling a Dooce. This is just something odd that happened today. My fiancée and I both work at the same agency, but on different floors. I went up after work to see what time she was leaving since it was well after 5:00. The janitor was curled up in a chair, moaning slowly like, "Ohhhhhhhhh, Ughhhhhhhhh…" as if in extreme pain. I walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. Me: "Miss, are you, OK?" Janitor: "Dammit! Can't you see…