Lucy really enjoyed her job. She knew that was pretty rare, not a lot of people became a cleaning lady because they enjoyed it, it was usually an act of necessity, but Lucy wasn’t an average woman. She was a quiet woman, who was happiest when nobody was paying attention to her. She drifted through life like a ghost, and she preferred it that way.
Her job required her to go into a very large office building after work hours. She and two other women were responsible for cleaning the entire building, which was mostly emptying waste baskets and mopping the floor. The building was large enough that the women all rarely saw each other. Most people would have found being alone in such a large building spooky, but Lucy enjoyed it.
As she went through each cubicle she got a small peak into hundreds of little lives. Here someone had a photo of their kid at a soccer game, there a person would have a rubber duck on their desk. Lucy enjoyed this little peak into other people’s lives. She would often create stories in their heads of what these people where like. She would name the people in the photographs, and give them little backstories.
She would never steal anything. She could understand the temptation, some people left the strangest things just sitting out in plain sight on their desk. Lucy could have had quite the trophy collection at home if she wanted, but she was fairly sure she’d get caught if she tried it. Lucy settled for occasionally shifting small things around on the desk. Nothing big, maybe just moving a stapler a couple of inches to the left, angling the phone in a different direction.
She liked to imagine that the moves were small enough that they just confused people. They would doubt themselves “did I leave that there?” “why are my paperclips in my drawer now?” Maybe they even thought a ghost did it. That made Lucy chuckle to herself. She liked being the ghost of the office.
This was a perfect job for her.
Unlike my two books (“The Great Platypus Caper” and “The Coconut Monkey Horror”) I can not promise that each entry in my 642 things to write about series will be true stories drawn from my life, I’ll leave the amount of truth in each entry up to your imagination.
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