#Chapter 110: Finders Keepers

Digging through the trash looking for a lost datebook wasn’t on my bingo card for this week. And if this moment was any indication of how the rest of the week was going to look, maybe I should have just turned it all in and went home. As it was, I lifted the semi-clear trash bags from the office one at a time to peer inside. Maintenance had lent me some thick gloves, but I still wasn’t brave enough to actually open the bags. Only God knew what I would find inside. The bits of my coworkers discarded lunches were bad enough. I could smell rotten fish straight through the plastic. I knew the stench was sticking onto my clothes. The head of the cleaning department stood nearby, keeping an eye out for the garbage truck as he had promised. He made no effort to help me, and I wouldn’t be caught dead asking him. This was my mess. I wasn’t about to pull anyone else into it. I had taken off my blazer before I began and set it off to the side. From its pocket, I heard my phone ringing.