My life would be so much easier if I had a butler. Preferably someone like Alfred from the Batman movies. I'd prefer Michael Caine but I'd pretty much settle for any man over the age of 64 with a British accent.
Two days ago we had a blizzard. Last night we had a thunderstorm. It's official - I no longer know how to dress for work in the morning.
While answering phones at the front desk I forgot my name. Try explaining that pause to the client without sounding like a complete idiot.
I decided I need to wear a pedometer around the office because I bet I walk well over 5 miles each day and the only way to prove it is to clock it. And yes, that means I don't spend nearly as much time as I should at my desk.
The number one phrase I utter at work is "Yes, you with your hand raised" and no, I am not a school teacher.
My red pen died today. I think it is a conspiracy by those who wish to stop me from editing their work with my charming yet snarky comments.
~ The Office Scribe
Sunburns, hang ups, and paper mouths
2 months ago