DO BUGS ALWAYS ATTACK ME?!?!?!
I'm at work, sitting on the floor watching TV and counting pills (the most exciting part of my job - believe me
). Something on the floor catches my eye, and I look down to see a little brown unidentifiable mutant disgusting THING about 18 inches in front of me. I start to push the coffee table away slowly so that I can get up, but apparently not slowly enough because the disgusting little germ started scurrying RIGHT FUCKING TOWARDS ME with it's claws out and it's fangs dripping with venom. It was out for blood. I'm telling you. So I freaked out hurled my body to the side - not the side that had NOTHING there...oh no. I decided to go on the side of me that had ALL the pills, pill boxes, etc. So I made a massively huge mess, spilled pills all over the place (and not tablets either - those slippery little capsules that you can't pick up to save your life), came into the back room, ripped off my pants to make sure it wasn't on me, and here I sit, dreading going back out there.
I'm so done counting pills for the night. Now I have to sit on the other side of the room and watch Law & Order: SVU until I forget this terribly traumatic event.
UPDATE: That evil little freak showed it nasty little face again, and I watched it crawl up the wall and then squished it with a clipboard. I didn't get really close, but I am pretty damn sure it was a fucking COCKROACH!!! I've only ever seen a cockroach twice in real life, so I can't be positive, but I really think it was. Thank fucking God in Heaven that I don't work at this site all the time. I'm just filling in for some baggadouche who's on vacation until Tuesday night. Seriously...a cockroach. I can't take that shit home with me, can I? Like, if there's another one in here somewhere, it's not gonna stowaway on my clothes and come to my house and breed, is it?
I'm at work, sitting on the floor watching TV and counting pills (the most exciting part of my job - believe me
). Something on the floor catches my eye, and I look down to see a little brown unidentifiable mutant disgusting THING about 18 inches in front of me. I start to push the coffee table away slowly so that I can get up, but apparently not slowly enough because the disgusting little germ started scurrying RIGHT FUCKING TOWARDS ME with it's claws out and it's fangs dripping with venom. It was out for blood. I'm telling you. So I freaked out hurled my body to the side - not the side that had NOTHING there...oh no. I decided to go on the side of me that had ALL the pills, pill boxes, etc. So I made a massively huge mess, spilled pills all over the place (and not tablets either - those slippery little capsules that you can't pick up to save your life), came into the back room, ripped off my pants to make sure it wasn't on me, and here I sit, dreading going back out there. I'm so done counting pills for the night. Now I have to sit on the other side of the room and watch Law & Order: SVU until I forget this terribly traumatic event.
UPDATE: That evil little freak showed it nasty little face again, and I watched it crawl up the wall and then squished it with a clipboard. I didn't get really close, but I am pretty damn sure it was a fucking COCKROACH!!! I've only ever seen a cockroach twice in real life, so I can't be positive, but I really think it was. Thank fucking God in Heaven that I don't work at this site all the time. I'm just filling in for some baggadouche who's on vacation until Tuesday night. Seriously...a cockroach. I can't take that shit home with me, can I? Like, if there's another one in here somewhere, it's not gonna stowaway on my clothes and come to my house and breed, is it?
