The diaper has landed

For the past few weeks, there has been a diaper sitting on the edge of my assigned parking space at work.  I told my mother about it, and she wanted clarification, so let me answer her questions here:  It is a baby diaper, not an adult undergarment.  It is used.  I have no further information, as I did not poke it, touch it or pick it up.

This morning, someone had apparently kicked it.  There was shredded absorbent stuff everywhere.  The diaper has landed.

Here is what greeted me for the past couple of weeks.

Gross, right?  Well, this morning, it was in more pieces and spread out over a larger distance.  

Still gross.  I just wouldn't want to be the one wearing the diaper-kicking shoe.

In other news, I had my formal evaluation yesterday.  As my evaluation wrapped up, I thanked the boss for stopping by.  He thanked me and said my class was fun.  

I guess, if you have to start your day stepping around a diaper, it's at least nice to end it by having your boss say nice things.  There are worse things to hear from your appraiser.