Spooky Boobs

So it's 8am and it's already another lousy day but here's a funny story in spite of it:

I get to work very early on Fridays so I'm alone, it's quiet, no risk of people coming in to donate things. If I were getting paid, it would be the ideal job, but anyway! I'm in the bathroom washing my hands when I hear low, faint creaking, like someone walking on an old staircase below me, or in one of the other units. Since our building has no second floor, and there is no one going into the basement, this is a bit unnerving. I rinse my hands, the creaking continues. It took me a minute, but I finally realized that the creaking was my bra. My bra is creaking and my chest sounds like a haunted house.

BoooOOOOOOOoooooo


...oobs. 

Summertime in the DC

As the weather warms up, people are stopping in more and more to donate their used household goods. This is good for the organization, and my job security. This is bad for me directly because people give me a lot of dirty, useless junk that I have to sort through. In the past two days I have found the following in boxes and purses:

- a prescription bottle of penicillin (unfinished)
- a lanyard with a key on it (here's hoping you're not locking up your work tonight, donor)
- coffee beans
-  two handfuls of pennies
- 3 cigarette lighters (all full)
- oodles of Cheerios. Honestly, in 4 different purses I found Cheerios.

As business gets steadier, I find myself with less slacking off time to accomplish the things I want to, but I'm also more active and therefore I feel less sluggish, bored and sleepy throughout the day. Plus I'm finding pennies by the pound, so by the end of the summer I'll easily have at least $10 just in pennies. Which is pretty sweet.