In which my lipstick rolls off my desk and down between said desk and the wall and, as I love this color, I reach down to retrieve said lipstick and come up with not only said lipstick but also a handful of nail clippings THAT ARE NOT MINE.
In which I then dump lipstick into garbage vowing to buy another one and run to try and sanitize my hand.
In which I find that toilets in the bathroom are not flushing properly today and there is an odor that almost makes having other people's nail clipping detritus all over my hand better than staying in that room longer than absolutely necessary.
In which I wonder if OSHA should just condemn this building and let us get on with our lives while I try to calculate how much therapy I'm going to need to recover from the last five minutes of my life.
2 days ago
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