I Hate Those Two
new office is hilarious
messy desk with someone else’s water bottle
a variety of papers and workbooks, markers, strewn around
no cleaning supplies.
large enough space for two chairs
a filing cabinet and a child’s desk
where the mess is
I get to clean someone else’s mess before I sit down.
No key yet either.
I got here too early.
The janitor lets me in.
He is the third one I have met.
The other two are bosses and not nice.
He leans in and says “I hate those two.”
I figure it will be okay now.