Disgusting

I noticed the other day when I came into my office something was a bit off; I mean, in terms of smell. It was an overly “earthy” (as in decaying) type smell… Couldn’t figure out what it was, since I tend to be fairly tidy in the office.

“Maybe I watered one of the plants too much and it’s got root rot,” I thought to myself.

Uhhh... not exactly. Today, I found the culprit. Tucked (or perhaps tossed?) into the bottom of a drawer was a plastic bag. Inside said bag was a disposable plastic container with the remnants of some beef stew in it. My beef stew. And it had leaked into the bag.

When did I leave it there? A long time ago. How long? I can’t remember exactly. At least a few weeks, I’d say, but maybe more.

I know what you’re thinking, “Ew! Gross! I’d never do that! She's a repugnant slob.”

If you were to walk into my office tomorrow I can assure you that the words “repugnant slob” would likely not be the first ones to cross your mind.

All I can think is that I must have been in one hell of a hurry one day and threw the bag in the drawer absent-mindedly.

Come to think of it... school is starting again soon… and I will be teaching one Spanish course this semester. Can I claim to be an absent-minded professor? (Actually, it’s just a contractual teaching staff position, but let's not split hairs and make even more of a mess, eh?)

Nevertheless, is probably a good thing that my week of being a slacker officially ends at 6:00 p.m. tonight when I have to get my tail back into the gym for a training session. Clearly, I have slacker-like tendencies that run deeper than even I care to admit!