Manic Monday #63

I got an e-mail today was from someone who stumbled across the word "symbology" and decided to send the paragraph to me, in hope that I was a Boondock Saints fan.  Turns out I am, so the e-mail made me giggle.

Sorry dear lady who called 10 minutes before we closed - Chicago is not 2 hours ahead of New York.

The mere addition of a few slices of cucumber automatically makes a decent sandwich that much more superior.

And for those of you who don't follow me on Twitter (shame on your) or aren't friends with me on Facebook (I tend to shun those I don't know in person) yesterday was my birthday.  I celebrated my 30th birthday the only way I know how - by convincing two east coast football teams to compete for the top honor in the NFL.  Oh, and I drank some beer and ate some pizza.

Anywho - today I walk into the office around 11:00 (I start late on Monday's because I am lazy), latte in hand, and see this:

Yes, that is my actual cubicle decked out in balloons, streamers and wrapping paper.  On the far right, behind the chair, are several types of brownies and two homemade pies made by my manager, who has never baked a pie in his life.  Why pie and brownies?  Because I don't like cake or frosting even though I bake like a fiend.

As much as us cubicle monkeys might complain about working in an office, it's days like this that makes it all worthwhile.

~ The Office Scribe
~ The Office Scribe