Thank God I Found My Mug
My work mug has been missing for over a week. I bid adieu to it as I was leaving work for the day, and decided to put it through one of our communal dishwashers in the kitchen. I knew it was risky. This isn't the first time she's gone missing.
The last time was over a year ago, and we were apart for nearly 2 months. I scoured the entire office, staying late just so that I could sneak around every empty desk and hope to stumble on my beloved (ok I'm going too far...).
Anyways- that time she emerged from our VP's office, trapped in his man hands. He was drinking tea, and I made fun of him.
This time was much more spectacular. I was in the kitchen and exchanged this lil convo with our in-house cleaning lady:
CL: Excuse me, can I ask you a question?
Me: Absolutely (*I'm super nice)
CL: (*opens up very top cupboard that no one uses)
Is this your mug?
Me: YES! I've been looking all over for it!
CL: I knew it belong to you. I hide it here after I clean. For you.
Can you say FAITH IN HUMANITY (or at the very least, in custodial staff) RESTORED??!!!