Most people dread Monday’s at work, but I have to admit that I’ve come to enjoy coming in. My routine has changed a bit recently, amplifying my desire to walk through those doors. I’m the janitor, I used to start at the first floor and work my way up to Mrs. Hunnings private office. She’s since requested I begin my week in her office and work my way down from there. I’ve been getting less and less done, but only on those Mondays.
It all began on a Friday, oddly enough. I made my way up to her office and was surprised to find her still there at 8PM. She had a bottle of wine on the desk and was having a video conference with someone. I startled her and she quickly buttoned up her shirt and hung up on whoever she was chatting with.
“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Hunnings, I’m here to clean the room, you’re not usually in at this time!” I stammered.