They said it was vomit, but upon closer inspection (did I have to inspect it? Of course, professional curiosity!) it appeared to be spilled spaghetti sauce.
It was yesterday that I started cleaning something I thought to be bubble tea. It was pink, a deceptively cute color. The chunks of this, that, and the other aroused my suspicions- confirmed by my coworker- it was actually vomit!
And for some strange reason or other, I then felt compelled to relate this discovery (alas, in some detail) directly after lunch. Oops! Well, we all have strong stomachs here. I just hope that this doesn't turn into the theme of the week. Last week's themes were broken glass and broken (raw) eggs. Thursday morning Luis and I spent a whole hour de-egging the elevator- oh, la la, quelle horreure! They did such a complete job of it! Of course, it could be a lot worse. I am just glad that we don't clean the way cats clean...
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