More weaponized cleaning

March 31st, 2016

Woof. Slowly, slowly getting it back.

I'd do my stairs this morning, but as it turns out, I have a much larger opportunity for exercise here at work. You see, I've been trying to catch up with delinquencies to our deliveries inflicted by the switch from our antiquated inventory system to a new one of the company's own coding, and all of a sudden I have not only managed to do so, but I've worked myself clean out of work.

Which is why I now clean.

Instead of tromping up and down the stairs in defiance of the merciless gravitational pull of the planet, I am instead scouring our area of filth. The sweeping is done as of this writing, and I'm about to mop up oh, about a quarter of the upstairs floor. This won't be too awful, since I already did some of this work a few months ago, but after I'm done with that we have the main event.

Next to our work area is this junk yard that the rest of the company uses to store all their garbage. They won't throw this stuff away for some fool reason, so I have to look at it, every day. Entire management teams have come and gone, and though each planned to handle the junkyard once and for all, they never got around to it before moving on to their next assignments. Thus, sorting it out falls to Denny.

The goal is to Tetris ™ the junk into as compact a pile as possible, and then paper over the entire area once I block it off with some wheeled shelving. That way, I have a nice empty zone to look at when my eyes wander at work, instead of a festering pile of broken lamps, boxes of records older than me, and assorted desks that nobody wants - but can't throw away, since the company paid for them.

Do you see, employer? This is what happens when you leave me idle. I do things. I'm sure they won't like that I'm messing around with all their garbage, but they can shove it for all I care. It's either that or I'll just sit here reading the internets, and that's not going to fly tomorrow, since tomorrow is the stupidest day on earth for trying to find anything online. In case you weren't keeping track of the date.

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