Everyone loves a Monday holiday.

Ah yes, but what usually follows is five days of shit in a four day bag.

What transpired over my work week was a blur of crazy homeless people, bums, screwy elevators, dopey roofers, clogged terlets and too many good-looking women in skirts.

Tuesday brought us a homeless stripper who had to have the police called on her and who left in an aid car but who was back again yesterday, muttering to herself and taking up bench space.

Wednesday brought us a parking-challenged roofer who couldn't find any of several spaces pointed out to him who apparently wasn't needed at all because my boss didn't want a quote on repairs, he just wanted a 6-inch split patches which is something we could have don with a can of chewing gum base.

Thursday brought a lot of hated phone work and a clogged terlet that had to ultimately be removed and then snaked by a Rooter company with a camera. My boss was unhappy that he'd missed a simple wad of paper towels with both a closet snake and one of those hand spinner snakes. The wad was bumped by the RooterCam and went on down the line.

Friday brought a broken key access on one elevator that disabled it and the discovery of a two-year old foot of water in the pit of another elevator. We sump pumped the water out and now all is reasonably well. But then I didn't eat lunch until after 1PM and was good for nothing for the rest of the day.

Today brings a busman's holiday as I have to go down and change the garbage cans because last week was the last week for the weekend help. I have to do it again tomorrow as well, since it's going to be a very nice weekend. While down there, Miss Significantly Other and me are going to see what the Salmon Homecoming Festival looks like in Homeless park - I mean Waterfront Park.

Sure, it'll be 2 hours of OT and 28 reimbursed miles but it still sucks to have to go to work on your days off.