For the last month or so I've been cleaning power stations and places like that instead of two that have their vacations now. Not the fun in the least but its money and experience. I've learned some interesting stuff about myself during this time, like how I greatly prefer cleaning a toilet with poop still on the sides over taking out the trash bag or to poke around in the dishwasher before it's done cleaning the dishes… food and coffee leftovers  is nasty stuff. Not to talk about smelly.

Besides the two first days for each of the persons I work instead of its gone really well. (Broken mops, forgotten keys  and suicidal mop buckets that tries to through themselves down the stairs but settles with spewing the oh so (not) lovely well used mop water all over my not water proof shoulder bag after failing and such.)  
Lately though I've gotten really tired of it, getting up to go clean stuff that a lot of haven't even been anyone there since I was there the last time, so one can't really see any difference before and after cleaning other than that the floor is wet.  So today I really wasn't up for it at all but then again, the plastic pipe factory that been closed for the last two weeks opened again so that was nice. It's really easy cleaning and one can do a crazy lot on crazy little time and the mop just swooshes over the floors… nice like I said.
Today however I found a dead mouse under the desk in one of the offices. I cleaned it away too but the strange thing was this – that one dead mouse under the desk in one of the offices, who's color went incredible well with the floor's,  made my day.

I don't get it myself but the rest of the day kind of seemed brighter somehow after that. Oh well, my sister will have something more to put down in her archives of proof of my strangeness but one (I) can think that it's old news.

I feel tempted to draw a short comic of sorts of the different situations but I have still to figure out how to, both technical stuff and look wise.  But if I know myself I should probably just stop thinking about it all too much… I tend to do that.