My office mates are lawyers. I am not a lawyer.
But, because the four of us are in and out, and because lawyers review lots of paperwork, other staff in our office leave things on the desks all the time. When we come in we either (a) don't know what is meant for us, or (b) assume someone else has already dealt with it. That highly efficient process meant that by yesterday the office was in major need of some spring cleaning.
I organized a bunch of paper, and also found the following:
- A box of Thin Mints Girl Scout cookies from last year
- An old Saladworks container, with, I'm sorry to say, what used to be salad in it
- Rubber bands that were so old and dry that they lost all rubbery qualities and fell apart.
- A strand of Christmas lights
- A luggage tag
- A 2015 calendar
- This fork
After I cleared out all the random junk, I decided that I would make piles on the floor for the paperwork, and separate it by categories. As I knelt down to add some things to the "can this be shredded?" pile, I felt something go awry on my left side, from the top of my hip to the tips of my toes. I didn't notice it much the rest of the day as I moved around and organized, but when I sat down in my car to drive home, well, I NOTICED IT.
I've been noticing it since then and let's just say I contemplated bringing my very own seat cushion to Citizen's Police Academy last night.
I left the office yesterday and hit quite a bit of traffic because the EZ-Pass express lanes at a busy turnpike interchange are closed for a few weeks. Even though I get on at the previous entrance, traffic has still been slower than usual this week.
Traffic was inching along and then suddenly came to a complete stop, and I heard a lot of honking up ahead. There was a tractor trailer ahead of me in the center lane and one beside me, so I couldn't see what was causing the problem. After a few minutes, my lane started moving, and I saw a red Honda Civic in the right lane, in park, with no driver in the car. And then I noticed a man in a suit running back to the Civic from the shoulder. His car looked fine, aka not on fire, which is the only reason I'd get out of my car on arguably the busiest stretch of the Pennsylvania Turnpike during heavy rush hour traffic.
And it was then that I noticed a duck waddling down the shoulder of the turnpike. And not just any duck, but a HUGE white duck.
It was like a real life Aflac commercial.
Maybe I should've pulled over and asked about worker's comp options for my on the job leg injury.