The drawback of taking a "mental health" day when you have mandatory overtime to complete is that you have fewer days to accomplish the task with.  As a result, I've done five hours of overtime in the past two nights... and both nights I was the last person in the building.  To be honest, this isn't a bad thing.  After all, when I was running the Duck U Bookstore, I was always there long after the store closed, and that meant I could pretty much behave how I wished.  If I wanted to sing along with my music, I could.  If it was warm in the store, I could change into a pair of shorts.  Y'know, that sort of thing.  So I'm alone in my office, and it appears that I was totally alone in the entire building... what's a Wonderduck to do? 

That's right, crank up the tunes and sing along!

And if you're totally sure you're alone, you occasionally throw caution to the wind and do hand motions, chairdance, and once or twice do a stand-up-spin-in-place-sit-back-down thing in time with the music.  And for the record, I very much want that scrolling light frontispiece that SNL has on the stage for this performance of Uptown Funk, that's sweet.

...until the cleaning staff shows up, and you don't hear them come in because you've got your headphones cranked, and they walk in on you singing and carrying on.  I very nearly jumped out of my shoes, and near to wet myself to boot.  Oh dear.

On the way home, I stopped at a local gas station for... motor oil and some two liter bottles of ginger ale.  I bet you thought I was going to get gas, didn't you?  Hah!  Fooled ya!  Anyway, y'all know the Duckmobile is old... indeed, it's 20 years old, I've had it for 18, and it's really showing its age in many ways.  When I exited the gas station, I smelled a horrible odor, one I've unfortunately smelled before.  It was the stench of drastically overheated radiator fluid, burning oil, and melted rubber.  It was the smell of automotive death, is what it was.  I froze, desperately staring at the Duckmobile, looking for the telltale plume of steam and smoke that always accompanies such smells... and not seeing it.  And I should have, the car was wonderfully back-lighted by the bright lights of the pumping area.  It wasn't until I got to the driver's side that I discovered that a SUV parked a few cars down from me had its hood up... and there was the huge gout of vapor, too.  Poor guy was just standing there, trying to figure out what to do, while his passenger went inside... hopefully to buy a jug of Prestone or something.

Then I finally made it home, got comfy... and found THIS waiting for me:

It amused the heck outta me, I'll tell you what.  And now it's the weekend, yay!

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