I've had it with these m.f. mice in my m.f. office!!!
With apologies to Samuel L. Jackson, who is originally from Chattanooga. If Real were here he'd want me to tell you that.
There's mice in my beautiful new office. Not the kind of mice that you plug into your USB port and double-click. Actual, disgusting MICE! Their presence has been known for about a week now and yet inexplicably, they are still here. And isn't there some stat about how for every one mouse you see there's 50 others? Can't like it, no want it!
One of my coworkers who sits two desks away from me just found one INSIDE HER DESK. I am completely skeeved out by this of course. And I feel terrible for my coworker, since she's always so nice to me and all. I'm afraid to open any of my desk drawers so I've just been periodically banging them with my garbage can. That'll show those mice who's boss.
Maybe I'll just never use my desk drawers again. I just have stupid things in there like files and lip balm. I used to keep oatmeal in my old desk but I'm thinking that may not be such a good idea now.
I was going to write a blog telling you all about my latest cybersleuthing achievement, but I need to go take a non-mouse-related lunch instead. But this latest cybersleuthing is a doozy, I can tell you that right now!