New job, new building. It happens ever time. This time, it’s quite a step up from the last place I worked. I don’t feel like I need a tetanus shot every time I go to the bathroom. The part of the building where my cubicle sits is an additions. It was built onto the back of a super old house.

While my desk is in the newer part, though, the women’s restroom is in the old house. Due to my last apartment and my love of Most Haunted, I know a thing or two about ghosts, and that bathroom is freaking haunted. There is nothing quite like being in the bathroom by yourself and hearing someone else moving around in the stall beside you.

Good times.