It doesnt belong there

I dont belong here...

That's exatly what came across my mind when i saw what is shown in the pic. I'm not saying that my existence in my office is compared to a pubic hair in a basin. Although, there's a slight similarity. While wondering who-the-hey pissed in the basin makes me wonder how did i end up in where i am now. Now, a responsible janitor will clean up the hair back to where it belong. In the urinoir, or the trash bin. As for me, who will take me to where i should be?

Funny how it slapped me to realize, it is. God sure has a strange way to communicate...