Gary was tasked with painting the small bathroom gray today. About 20 minutes after he got started, Teri went to check out what he was up to and then I heard this from my office...
Gary: GOD damn it! Jesus Christ! I can't BELIEVE I did that!
Now, if this had happened on my first day working at Brookside, my 57th, or even my 217th, I would have quickly gone to see what the problem was. But since we're on day 4 or 500 and something, I stayed where I was and waited for the problem to come to me. Because I knew it would.
Within a minute, Teri walked into my office completely drenched in gray paint from the knees down. All over her jeans, and completely covering her shoes.
I waited another 5 minutes before going to see what had actually happened. I figured Gary would need some time to calm down. I found him in the midst of gray destruction, barefoot, with one pant leg rolled up and paint in between his toes. Poor Gary.