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Okay...First off, the rant.
Some bigwig from downtown is here for today and has set up camp in my office. I am locked out of my own office. Instead, I am sitting at the front desk, which sits in the middle of a sauna. With no windows. Grrrr. Oh well, only an hour left, right? Right.
Secondly, I'm the only one in the office right now and I keep seeing things move out of the corner of my eye. Shadows darting everywhere, and more than once I've heard voices comming out of the storage room, which is dark and skeery. Meep! or maybe I have finally lost it, eh?
Some bigwig from downtown is here for today and has set up camp in my office. I am locked out of my own office. Instead, I am sitting at the front desk, which sits in the middle of a sauna. With no windows. Grrrr. Oh well, only an hour left, right? Right.
Secondly, I'm the only one in the office right now and I keep seeing things move out of the corner of my eye. Shadows darting everywhere, and more than once I've heard voices comming out of the storage room, which is dark and skeery. Meep! or maybe I have finally lost it, eh?
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Not, like, midnight on Hallowe'en?
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Anyway, George Bush comes out in daylight...
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Talking of scary, if you're creeped out by creepy things, never ever read Witling's S/X story, "Here Comes a Candle". That is REALLY creepy.
OK, off the football now.
That's soccer to you.
Best of luck with whatever's in the storeroom - scary mops and buckets...
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And, I actually do call "soccer" football:)
Nah, the storeroom has a bunch of old computers, supplies, cups and silver stuff in it.
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Yeah, it really is, isn't it? :D