Messiness

My boss called me today while I was out having lunch with my folks. I've had two extraordinarily busy weekends, so it was great to just kick back and relax for once. Turns out he needed me to go down to the station and record a spot - or actually, more specifically. a bit of aural filler. All I had to do was say "If you would like more information, call so-and-so number". It took me under five minutes. Of course, afterwards I got to survey the office and geez, I was just there yesterday and it's already a freakin' pigsty. Don't wanna sound sexist, but I think part of the reason is its two main weekend residents are of the male persuasion. The only girl on staff, I gather, works solo next door. Ugh, and that gives them free reign to trash the place like two punk rock stars in a five-star hotel. Shiver. There's always a mini-landfill in the trashcan come Monday mornings. How do civilized people exist in such self-induced squalor? Yet another of life's many mysteries.

Final thought: Haven't they ever heard that cleanliness is next to Godliness?