Hey, y’all remember 'way back a whole post ago when I wrote that it was dangerous for me to ask "What else?" because something else might go wrong? Well. Yes indeedy, there’s MORE! - albeit way down on the scale of suckitude compared to illness and death.

Yesterday I had to go to a morning meeting at our other offices about an hour and a half away and on the way back, I stopped to have lunch with my wonderful husband, whose office lies along the route between my two, so it was about 2:30 before I got to this office. I was sitting at my desk, dangling my sandal off the ends of my toes as I am wont to do and the sandal dropped. I was on the phone with The Boss and taking some notes so I was fishing around with my foot for the wayward sandal when my foot came into contact with the carpet.

The sodden, soaking, awash in standing water carpet.

Which I hadn’t noticed before because it’s this low-piled, mottled industrial grey colour and, as I discovered, does not look very different dry than soaking freaking wet. I shriek in horror - right in The Boss’s ear, oops! Hang up from him and call building maintenance. It seems that someone left the faucets running in the mens’ room all night long - I guess on purpose. My office plus the showrooms one and two floors below the mens’ room got flooded. A guy armed with a giant wet-vac came in and got up a lot of the water, then brought me an industrial fan to help dry it the rest of the way.

But it stinks in here now. Like old, stale water. EEEEEEUWWW!