April 27, 2015

The Lights at Work

My old, old workplace had motion-sensor lights in the bathrooms.

Which meant, in the middle of my bathroom visits, this would happen to me all the time:

Apparently, I sat too still.

Stop judging me, Lights.

To try and get the lights to turn back on, I'd often be waving my arms around like a maniac or rocking my body back and forth.

Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

Most of the time it didn't.

Which wasn't fun.

Janice = Klutz. Klutz + Darkness = Problems.

But, when it did, I felt like a rockstar:

And, it was glorious.

It's the little things in life.

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