It's a jungle out there

...or a metal jungle anyway. This is part of the storage room at work. We call it "the ballroom," but I couldn't exactly tell you why. Maybe because it's so big? I suppose you could have a dance in there- you know, sashay around the coolers, code carts, sling scales, and other contortions of plastic and metal.



Last night wasn't so great for reasons that won't be mentioned. I will say that it was Drew's last night, though, so that made me sad :(