I had “Hakuna Matata” stuck in my head. Really, there’s no follow up to that line. Aside from a little skunk and smell of the not-so-sweet Thames river in the air, there’s nothing too mysterious afoot…or anose…oh god…that was not funny.
Today was one of the first days that it really seemed like spring. It was warm, and it still is with only a promise of more warm weather tomorrow. I saw someone wearing sandals in the bathroom today. It’s warm but not THAT warm. This bring me to my very short story for the evening. Jess, you ask, don’t you get tired of blogging about work? Nope.
So, I wandered into the bathroom after far too much coffee. I walked in and I heard the water, just turned on full blast whilst someone was in one of the stalls. My coworkers had told me of this phenomenon before, but I had never really witnessed it. Girls go into the bathroom and before entering the stall either turn on the water or the hand dryers. *Hint* Everyone knows what you’re doing in there—maybe not EXACTLY what you’re doing, but we know. All I could think is what a waste of good water. I promptly finished up and turned off the tap on my out. Am I mean? Maybe. Ridiculous.
