I have decided I want to trade in my cubicle for and glassed in office with mini blinds that I can close and make people think I am up to no good. Which, of course, I wouldn't be.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I may have to officially give up regular lattes and start drinking soy. Why? Because my stomach felt like I was kicked by a donkey all day. And nothing makes a really long Monday feel even longer than the horrible feeling of being kicked by a donkey. But before anyone can make a snarky comment, yes, being kicked by a donkey is better than being punched by one.
Some companies have shirts with their logos printed on them. Mine doesn't. But I would totally wear a fleece with a logo on it because my office was about 40 degrees today while it was probably 45 degrees outside.
My mom packed my lunch today and put a pudding cup in the bag. And for that she totally deserves Mom of the Year.
I spent a good portion of Saturday afternoon on a pub crawl (which is awesome when you aren't drinking BTW) but since it has been winter and I haven't been out walking munch, I feel like I did 1,000 squats. And nothing eases your muscles like sitting in a desk chair. I got up at one point to go to the printer and almost fell over.
On my long commute in today it was really foggy, like the moors of England foggy. I was afraid I was going to be late because I might hit the Hound of the Baskervilles and Sherlock Holmes would tear me a new one. Unless it was the RDJ Sherlock Holmes, then I guess that would be allright.
~ The Office Scribe
Cleanin' out my closet
2 months ago