Downside of being a temp

For the past couple of weeks, I was working in a supply room with a window that they hadn't yet converted into a lunch room. This was okay, because the place had a desk, a plug, and a network jack, so I could work there.

Today I got punted out of that space to make room for construction people, and put down in a cubicle belonging to a full-time worker who's on vacation or assignment or something. I can't put my files anywhere for fear of disturbing his photographs or screwing up his files or knocking over his Zen garden.

Oh yeah, the Zen garden. Except this one's like a putting green. Zen golf course?

Nah, can't be. I found a ball in the hole.

Close entry.

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To recap:

Shuffled to a desk of someone on vacation, full of knick-knacks I don't understand and am afraid to disturb. Found enough space to put my files. Felt grogginess start to kick in, so ducked out to grab a can of Coke. Cracked the Coke can only to find out it was pressurized - Coca-Cola all over the file I was working on, plus the desk, plus my laptop, plus several of the knick-knacks which, to repeat, were not mine. Guy had left a CD sitting shiny side up on top of a calculator, and it would have been a mess if I hadn't had the glasses-lens-cleaning doodad. Which, actually, is why I carry that thing around. And why does someone leave a CD sitting out there, shiny side up, anyway?

Oh yeah, and there was the one CD case that I thought I'd gotten Coke on, but hadn't. It was an old stain. How'd I find out? By picking it up, trying to mop off the droplet of liquid, only to have the CD case come apart in my hand.

*sigh*

I hate Mondays.

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Much thanks to neonhummingbird!

For the icon, and for giving a shiny home to a couple more of my fics.

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