Field Notes From The Office

I noticed the microwave in the breakroom at work didn't have the time set. It doesn't flash 12:00; it's just blank. It's been that way for years since no one has ever bothered to set the time. So I thought it might be nice to finally get that done while I waited for my coffee to brew.

I set the clock to 2:30, because I figured a good way to start the day would be in the afternoon.

I love the cleaning crew at my work. They do a great job. I'm sure this would be a pretty gnarly place without them. I don't mean to complain; I'm simply confused how every evening, without fail, they manage to clean the men's rooms on all six floors at the exact same time (from 5 to 7, which is when I leave). Is this even physically possible, or are they just playing a joke on me? There's been an evening or two where I've seriously had to consider leaving a present in the parking lot.

I think Jim should be the new boss.


What's going on at your place of business? Who should take over for Michael?
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