Don't be fooled by the beauty behind gorgeous architecture and historic buildings with worldly charm...especially in the city. I work in a very old, historic, elegant building but yesterday there was a mouse in the house!!
Setting: Me sitting innocently at my desk on phone call.
I see a gray little rodent scrambling quickly across the room out of the corner of my eye. It takes all I have to contain a scream. Phone call ends. I bust out of office to the sound of "Ewe, Ewe, Ewe," hand resting on heart, beating rapidly. I look for my make co-workers they are nowhere to be found. My female co-worker consoles me.
I open my building directory for 911. I call business maintenance, nope they swear it's not them. I call business office, their extension isn't working. I'm desperate... I call Park Rangers, they have guns, they can shoot the little bastard.
Phone rings: "Park Rangers, this line is being recorded."
Me: "I'm sorry I know this isn't you guys, but I have an emergency. I have a mouse. Who do I call?"
Park Ranger giggles and tells me he will send someone up.
A little bit later the 'someone' shows up. He's is a miserable little being holding a plunger and he wants to scold me for calling the Park Rangers. He is rude and begins complaining about how he has two toilets over flowing.
I don't make enough money to be scolded or work in unsanitary conditions so I follow up with:
"I know this may not be an emergency to you, but it is to me. I can't work with a rodent running around. You are here now what do you plan on doing about it?"
He almost cracked a smile but that would have ruined his bad-guy image. He realizes I can't be bullied. He tells me it will be taken care of tomorrow, which is today. I'm working from home today. Sorry Mickey, mice are for kids.