Driving into work this morning something caught my eye. Shimmering in the sunlight along the side of the highway were strands of tape from a cassette. It made me wonder if someone was driving along in their 1993 Chevy Cavalier, listening to "The Sign" by Ace of Base when they suddenly realized it was 2010 and no one still listened to cassettes, became instantly disgusted, and chucked it out the window.
I came into work this morning to approximately 65 e-mails. Um, what!?! How is that possible? Granted, some of them could just be deleted because they were nonsense, but still, 65 e-mails? Believe me, I am not that important. I didn't even know where to start. Which pretty much set the bar for how my who day went.
One of my coworkers said that, for a Monday, things were pretty quiet. I pointed out that was because we were all so bloody busy that no one had time to talk. He had to agree. And then we both shut up and went back to work.
I drank so much coffee at work today because I think my building has already put the air conditioning on, and short of wearing a parka, it is the only thing I can do to keep warm. Because, not only is the coffee scalding as it boils to nothingness in the pot, but I keep warm by sprinting to the other side of the building to use the bathroom every 2 hours. I could actually probably market it as some sort of diet while I am at it.
I absolutely love how excited people get when they find something in the candy box in my cubicle that they love. They could be having a horrible day, but as soon as they find a mini Twix they are all like "Sweet" and "Awesome". Who knew?
I have the irrational fear that the people in my office will once day break into a choreographed dance number a la "West Side Story" or "Slumdog Millionaire" and I won't know the steps.
~ The Office Scribe
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