162 days
I have a very special task at the hedge fund.
It is to change the airfreshner cartridges in the bathroom. This requires a ladder, and barging into the mens room, eyes tightly squeezed shut yelling “it’s me, JoAnne, if you’re a dude – shout out!”
Yesterday, I precariously balanced on the top rung of the ladder completing the task that I do because “only I know how to do it”. As I pushed the reset button, slipped the waste of plastic back onto the wall, I saw the magic numbers appear.
162.
That’s how many days I have until the refill ends. Gleefully, my brain cried “ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY TWO DAYS! That’s forever! You’ll NEVER have to do this again!”
As I perched over the third stall in the ladies room, I broke out in a rendition of that Sondheim bit from Sweeney Todd, you know the one where you just sing fast in a Cockney accent. The lyrics, as follows:
I am starting my own businesss /I’m in the process of securing the funds to overhaul my rig! /I will take a class at NYU this Feeeebbbruaarrryyy!!
I hate theeessse people / why is my boss so eeevvviiilll / I am going to score a show for Discovery Channel / Then I won’t ever come here / No, never come hereeeee / Never never never come here AGAIN!!
Then I realized that 162 days is only about 5 months.
And I’m here til at least September.
So maybe I gotta change the airfreshners ONE more time. Sigh. At least the bathrooms are a nice accoustic for singing.
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