Fear Factor...Work Edition

Waaay back in the day God gave us the Ten Commandments:

1. Thou shalt have no other Gods but me.
2. Thou shalt not make thyself any idol, nor bow down to it or worship it.
3. Thou shalt not misuse the name of the Lord thy God.
4. Thou shalt remember and keep the Sabbath day holy.
5. Thou shalt respect thy father and mother.
6. Thou shalt not kill.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultery.
8. Thou shalt not steal.
9. Thou shalt not envy thy neighbor.

Notice it does not say anything in there along the lines of "Thou shalt encounter rodents in the workplace"

.....its a good thing I love my job. :)

Today at 3PM I did the same thing that I do every Tuesday at 3PM...I headed down to the church to get set up for the evening. I put my stuff down, and went straight to the 7|22 storage closet to pull out everything we need for the night. What I didn't know was that an unwelcomed visitor would grace me with his presence and send me screaming into the East Auditorium moments later. Ugh.

Let me back up a little bit...

About a month ago, as I was pulling out the snack baskets for our volunteers I noticed that someone had helped themselves to quite a few pieces of chocolate. But this was not your usual hungry employee wandering aimlessly into our chocolate stash...oh no. This time the culprit left his mark...teeth marks, to be exact...straight through the wrapper, leaving half eaten (but still wrapped) Hershey's Kisses all over the place. Yup, you guessed it - apparently a mouse had helped himself to our goody stash.

At first I found this humorous, affectionately referring to the little fella as "Herman" to make him seem more friendly (even though im not a fan of rodents of any kind). Then I got a little freaked out when he ran across my (bare) toe today and scared the heck out of me. Now that I see even after I hid all the chocolate in solid plastic containers, that he has helped himself to our potato chips, its just plain war.

Nowhere in my job description did it say that I would have to fight off four legged vermin, but unless Herman decides he's going to become a 7|22 volunteer he's not getting anymore of our goods!

It's you and me Herman. Or, uh...its you and the exterminator (i'll be hiding behind him hoping that he catches you). I will NOT fear the mouse in the closet! :)