The South Hall Toilets are now sitting outside my office . . .

I'm feeling oddly happy right in this moment so I think I won't spoil it by writing about new housekeeping horrors. I'll save those until I get of work.

The moment's question is, why am I happy after spending four straight hours scrubbing a bathroom trapped in a face mask?

Possible answers:

1)It's lunch break

2)I only have to do a half shift (2hrs) after lunch

3)My scrubbing week is more than half over

4)The pizza I had for diner last night, which was very good, as was the company :)

I would say it was the dream I had last night, but it was really more of an odd dream than a good dream persay and besides it didn't keep me happy this morning.

By the by the toilets are truly like 3 feet from my office door, still in a row, probably talking to eachother, gossiping over the new paint color for the bathroom. . .