Damn Ghosts

Both yesterday and Friday, the ghosts (or ghost singular, it could just be one) of the bathroom at work decided to come out and play. Both days I was in there alone, in my usual stall (everyone has a stall of choice at work, don’t they?) and there were loud bangs right outside the stall door.

This makes me decidedly uncomfortable. One, because they are ghosts and that’s disturbing, and, two, because I don’t know exactly what kind of ghosts would purposely choose to hang out in a bathroom and come out to play when someone’s trying to use it. I’m guessing ghosts with a little fetish in their pasts.

Anyway, it happened again. I didn’t like it again. And no one has called to fire me… again.

Guess I’ll be playing wtih Casper again tomorrow.