Don't be disappointed if you don't see a ghost the first time out.
Hardly anyone does. The first time, I didn't even know it was a ghost; I thought it was one of our team members because that guy Rodger was Filipino, and the ghost I saw was also Filipino, and it looked a lot like Rodger. Come to find out, it was Rodger's doppleganger, which Rodger happened to see at the same time that I did. Three days later, Rodger died. The second time I saw a ghost was when I went to get a cup of water from the water cooler. I, and who I thought was one of the supervisors thrust our styrofoam cups under the stream of water at the same time and knocked our cups out of one another's hands. I got it all over my pants while the other guy got nothing on him because the water went right through his pants. That was a ghost. I screamed a loud manly scream which must have shocked everyone because they came running out of their offices oohing and aaaing. After a while, ghostly encounters became common at my office. I would see at least one ghost a day, like the ghost of the old custodian, the ghost of the body I helped get rid of. Well, he was homeless and we had to move him aside because he lay in the middle of my supervisor's parking space. Even a lot of the old Filipino ladies who've worked here all of their lives come back after they retire and die. It speaks volumes about this job, right? I won't say that it's the department of health, but it's close.
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