The Spider

Someone actually came into the office today. And it wasn't the resident who takes the better part of half of our candy jar.

He came in to rent an apartment, kindly sent in our direction by a sister property. Nothing out of the ordinary, I am sitting at my desk telling him about the specials, features of the apartment, and amenities of the community. And. I see it. Hanging out there like he was the king of cool. A big hairy scary-looking black spider. Just kicking it on my desk drawer. This drawer is not visible to potential resident but it is very close to me. And since it is now inhabited by a hairy black spider, uncomfortably close to me.

Spiders scare the pants off me. Especially if they are the jumping kind. And this little guy looks suspiciously like the jumping kind.

I totally choke in the middle of my "sales pitch." I almost lose it and run screaming from the room. I can't stop watching this spider out of the fear that if I look away, he will be on me when I look back. By now, with all the stuttering, poor guy renting an apartment home probably thinks I am insane.

I didn't tell him about the spider. I didn't want him to think we were some creepy bug infested apartment community. I swallowed hard, gave the spider a look, and finished my busniess. Even standing up to shake guy's hand and tell him to have a nice day. *At this point in time I am seriously 2 inches from the beast.*

Did I mention that I am uber-proud of myself? And now I am hiding in the back...far...far...away from my desk.