My coworker came in this morning and said her plans for the day included going to a client's to do a bed bug check. This is possibly the worst part of my job. Because. Omg. What if I bring one of those suckers home with me? THE HORROR. I'd have to like... rip my house down to the studs and set everything on fire, and just start over.
[I'm not even kidding.]
Because I'm an amazingly nice person (and I wanted to make sure I'd have someone to return this favor if needed in the future... let's be honest, shall we?), I volunteered to go with her. When she returned from carpool with a vehicle, she was all aflutter because she had been gifted a stack of full body protective suits. She quickly put one on to model for us, and she seriously couldn't have looked funnier. Like Walter White, only in all white, not yellow. I'm going to have to call her Heisenberg from now on.
One coworker wasn't impressed, and didn't feel this getup would in any way assist us in checking someone's apartment while simultaneously protecting ourselves and our homes. She, however, loved it, and was less fearful when getting all up in things at the client's place. And me? Well, I loved that she loved it, because all I had to do was stand back and hold a flashlight.
You owe me one, Heisenberg...
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