Write a four line poem about something or someone that is: unhinged.
One of the washroom stall doors wasn't closing properly, so I reported it to the foreman. He sent someone out to look at it and the next time I went to that washroom the door... was gone.
That's one way to solve the problem, I suppose. (I suspect that it's either being fixed at the shop or getting replaced altogether).
Work today had its ups and downs. More downs in the morning, more ups in the afternoon. Which I guess is a better way to end the day than if things had gone the other way around.
Missing the boys and Kat tonight, but also enjoying some peace and the chance to do a few things I want to do. Like watch shows on Netflix and attempt to catch up on comments here (only a month behind now, wheeeeee...).
No one speaks to him, and
Things can seem okay, then
Suddenly: look out below!