someone in the office has been randomly possessed by the spirit of oc-ness (obsessive compulsiveness).
split seconds after i rested my bag on the side of desk, he acted like the saint of cleanliness and purity, preaching about cleanliness and how we should keep the office floor clean to welcome the new year.
i have nothing against oc-ness as long as you don’t flaunt it and smack it right on the face of other people.
this spirit learned a really bad sense of humor. the possessed person asked me to help him do an all around office cleaning but he won’t even lift a finger to pack the trash bags for disposal.
as i execute all the other tasks that he ordered me to do, he lectured me about cleaning my desk and disposing papers and documents and stuff.
he ordered me to operate the 10++ years old hoover that coughs more dust than it could suck. although you’ll be the best of friends with dust afterwards, the high decibel grumbling of its old machinery silenced the incessant nagging of the oc spirit, somehow exorcising its imposing powers from the mind.