Yeah and I am sick.
And just barely I was bumping my head against the corner of the elevator on my way back to the office and 5 inches from my face hiding behind the railing was a spider...a big spider with strips meaning it was a HOBO
So I told my supervisor and asked if I should call the custodian of the bldg (because something like this was not in my job description)
Then I was like "no, I can kill this spider"
So I went to the custodial closet and retrieved a long pole with a duster at the end
And my supervisor supervised me as I poked the spider
And it jumped down and ran really fast toward another corner and I yelled (not remembering to be professional) "HE'S STILL ALIVE, HE'S RUNNING FAST!" so my supervisor stepped on him Real good with her shoe and I yelled, "YOU GOT HIM! HE'S DEAD!!"
And some random lady I've never seen before walked by and was like "It's just a spider? gosh."
But that was exciting
oh and the pole broke in half because that spider needed to go no matter what sacrifice was made.
So I put the broken pole/duster back in the custodial closet with a note that said "Sorry we broke your pole, it was used to kill a spider. <3, B-202"