>Coming out of my office, I felt the end of the week weariness usually reserved for Thursday evenings. Maybe it’s due to the rumors spreading through the office. There are whispers that something big is going down at our company. The fear of getting laid off hangs heavy in the air choking us like the smog in the valley.
It was just a weird day all around. We got a call from a tenant saying that someone had taken a shit in the mail room. Next time you wonder why Netflix hasn’t gotten your returned movie, it’s probably because it is now at the bottom of a dumpster in plastic bag covered in shit.