I swear, we are not some sort of creepy slob types. We simply have a fan by the bed. On Jake's side. On the dresser. I am always telling him not to place things on there that could blow onto the floor, especially things that could be harmful to the cats. That being said I walked into my boss' office yesterday to give her a report and walked to my desk. I was looking at my flip flop to find what was on the heel to make it slippery and hear her call my name in some freaky voice. I turn around and she's pointing to something on the floor. Then she picks it up. I walk in and as I get closer the shiny square packet comes into view. She's holding a USED condom wrapper. Words can not describe how mortified I was. I stood there with my jaw to the floor, not even knowing what to say. Then she said, "I'm going to complain to the management about this... and go wash my hands." I almost died. She left the office and I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. A minute later she brought in the building guy to show him and he said, "The janitors usually carry trash bags with them and it probably fell off of one of them." I felt like I dodged the bullet of a lifetime. Then she brought in random people to look at it in the condom in the trash. You'd think they never saw a fucking condom before. Actually, some of them probably haven't. When Jake called I quietly threatened his life. After telling him what happened he burst into laughter. The trash is going on HIS side of the bed, damn it...