We’re into day two of the window washer guy freaking me out. Sometimes he slowly creeps up. Other times I’ll be thoroughly engrossed in what I’m doing, eyes glued to one monitor or the other, and won’t see him coming…he’ll just appear out of thin air. Either way, it makes me jump. Every time. Granted, I’m a little twitchier than usual. Been feeling like crap…so I’ve been overdoing the coffee + sudafed + ibuprofen all week. But what the devil is he doing out there anyhow? Are the windows really that dirty? Why is he only hanging out (literally) outside of mine? And perhaps whoever sits above and/or below me, I guess. If these windows weren’t hermetically sealed I’d pop one open and ask.
