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.