keep your voice down and your pants up!

The full moon tonight (gorgeous and fat, shining through back-lit clouds) was wreaking havoc on my work environment tonight -- but what's not to love about a shift that includes two visits from the fire department, people smoking crack right outside the building, and the need to tell a client to keep his voice down and his pants up?? I played hours of skip-bo, cleaned the hell out of the kitchen and even started cleaning out a newly vacant room with help from an on-caller who asked if someone had just died in the room because it felt so "heavy and dark" when he stepped into it. I was happy to tell him that, of all the dead people we've had in our building in the five years I've been around, none of them have been in that room. But it was pretty fucking filthy nonetheless.