Who ya gonna call?

Over the past couple of days, my department at work has moved cubicles on the second floor. We're now on the West side of the building and enjoy a beautiful view of the mountains and the setting sun (though it's awfully hard to see your computer monitor with the glare in your eyes). The cubicles that we moved into were pretty darn dirty so we took it upon ourselves to clean and vacuum our new home. I nearly fell over with laughter when I saw my boss, Charlet, love her like I do, using the vacuum from maintenance. Can anyone say Ghostbusters? Ah, the 1980's were good years weren’t they . . . the days of hair scrunchies, Space Invaders, Ralph Macchio, flux capacitors, and ghost-busting heroes. Apparently there's still a hero among us.