There is rarely a dull moment at my office and today was no exception. My morning began with not one, but two mice running wild through my office. The official count stands at three mice in the last week, although last week’s mouse wasn’t running around but was stuck halfway in between the wall and an exposed electrical outlet, dead, and stinking up the whole joint. He was a big sucker, too, which wasn’t that surprising because he was so firmly stuck in the wall, it took large metal tongs and our brave office neighbor to dislodge him.
As for today, the first mouse tempted fate and failed. He was bludgeoned to death by my boss’s nephew and thrown outside (Take that, PETA!) when he ran right across the middle of the room. Mouse #2 cheated death, probably thanks to his much smaller size, when he managed to slither behind a book case. He’s probably sitting at my desk right now as I type this, eating the leftover crumbs from the bagel I had this morning.
Today also marked the second time in the last week that my idea for an office cat was shot down.
As distracting as the rodent(s) incident was, the excitement didn’t end there. Oh no, it continued when a young man came into my office and calmly asked if he could charge his cell phone in my office. There’s a bus stop directly in front of my office and I thought, what harm would be done if he charged his phone? He plugged in his phone and went outside. Five minutes later, a guy from the adjacent sub shop came in and asked if I let the kid charge his phone. “Sure,” I said. “Why?”
“Because he asked us to charge his phone and we told him to beat it. Now, he just ran down the street and the police are chasing him.”
I turned on the police scanner and, sure enough, the young man fit the police’s description of who they were looking for. I don’t know what the kid did, but I do know my boss gave the police his cell phone, after he scolded me for letting some random kid charge his phone in our office. Serves me right for being nice. Afterward, I felt really bad for the kid when I noticed he had left his unopened bag of Cheetos on our counter because, as we all know, nothing is worse than running from the police on an empty stomach. For the record, this kid was really polite.
After today, I’m worn out. If things go my way, I should be seeing my boyfriend tomorrow!
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I'm Angela - I'm staring down the barrel of my 30s (gah) working as a production editor
(office bitch) for a small newspaper. I'm consumed by my endless devotion to
the New England Patriots and have recenty taken up knitting to keep busy until September. Oh yeah, and I have a really whacky boyfriend to keep me amused.
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I hope those mice haven’t invaded the sub shop next door. Ick.
I’m newspaper girl. The mice probably ate some of the sub shop’s food and fled after realizing how gross it is and that’s why they are flooding my office.
is that fivel from ‘an american tail’?
Yep, sitting at my desk… the same desk I am sitting at now, at 1:40 a.m., still frickin’ working. At 1:40 a.m. And no, there are no mice tonight. Just millipede-y looking bugs everywhere.
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