Ugh, another terrible day in my soul-stealing job. It's been a long week, but when I'm down and nothing can bring be back, you know the one thing that can pick me up?
Kittens. Say what you will, I have much respect for my lolcats.
Other things to perk me up include:
-Smoothies
-Cinema
-Early 90's ballads
-Gym...I hate to say it, but yeah it does
-Skypes
-Cooking
-Blankets
-Tea
-Shopping
-Vacation pics
What cheers you up? Is it something random? Is it lolcats? Can you make it lolcats? Make it lolcats.
Now, I have to tell you about part of what's contributing to my work funk.
It's this damned pregnant lady back here behind me.
First, can I just say this: She uses every supply on/in my desk on a regular basis without ever talking to me . I can't help feeling territorial about my desk stuff. I know technically I own none of it, but what can I do? She comes over at least once a day to staple things or tape things, which is fine. But also she comes over and without talking opens my drawers and looks for rubber bands, hole punches, stickie notes. My drawer--as in, right next to me, right here, so I even have to move my chair to let her dig deeper. What are you doing?
The last straw was two days ago when she leaned over me and reached over my shoulder to get a paperclip from under my monitor. Her baby bump pressed against my head/back. GEEEROSS. Big embryonic sack with unborn fetus floating around, mashed up against my body. And hey, it'd be gross if it was a gut or even a firm tummy, so don't think it's only cuz she's got a joey in the pouch. But....yeah, could she have just said, "can I have a paper clip?"
So then yesterday she comes over and says her printer is broken and asks if I can print this doc she emailed me. Okay, I print it. Oh no, I need it printed on letterhead. Let me mail you the letterhead. Okay print letterhead, then print doc. Oh no, it needs to be on special paper. Okay.....I do that too. Then she stands there with the papers and says "do these margins look funny?" I guess they do? Well I go to get a coffee and come back and she's sitting at my desk working on the margins on my computer! I stand there sipping coffee--once again, she not talking to me--and this goes on for THIRTY FIVE MINUTES! what?!
And hey, if you think I'm too posessive of my desk, fine. But I'll have you know it happened AGAIN for another 30 mins in the afternoon, making 2 full hours of my day about this woman's document. And she doesn't even work for my company...she works for a sister company. This woman...unbelievable.
The good news is I have my desk back
and she's off on baby-growing leave for the day. I'm just laaaavishing in the sweet luxuriance of having my paperclips all to myself. lol!
And it sounds stupid, I know it does, but the thing is when you work in a 9 to 5 your interests shift. A good day is one where the coke machine drops a freebie or the coffee guy finally brings new filters. An exciting event may be that it's time to renew your login password. Maybe you get a new pen color and today's its debut in your steno. Maybe you get to book a meeting in your favorite conference room that's never available. Relaxation is knowing your boss has a golf game in the afternoon. Not even you. Your boss.
And consequently, a bad day is when you suffer a fetus one-on-one for the sake of a paperclip.
Apparently, this is what it means to be all grown up.
Other things to perk me up include:
-Smoothies
-Cinema
-Early 90's ballads
-Gym...I hate to say it, but yeah it does
-Skypes
-Cooking
-Blankets
-Tea
-Shopping
-Vacation pics
What cheers you up? Is it something random? Is it lolcats? Can you make it lolcats? Make it lolcats.
Now, I have to tell you about part of what's contributing to my work funk.
It's this damned pregnant lady back here behind me.
First, can I just say this: She uses every supply on/in my desk on a regular basis without ever talking to me . I can't help feeling territorial about my desk stuff. I know technically I own none of it, but what can I do? She comes over at least once a day to staple things or tape things, which is fine. But also she comes over and without talking opens my drawers and looks for rubber bands, hole punches, stickie notes. My drawer--as in, right next to me, right here, so I even have to move my chair to let her dig deeper. What are you doing?
The last straw was two days ago when she leaned over me and reached over my shoulder to get a paperclip from under my monitor. Her baby bump pressed against my head/back. GEEEROSS. Big embryonic sack with unborn fetus floating around, mashed up against my body. And hey, it'd be gross if it was a gut or even a firm tummy, so don't think it's only cuz she's got a joey in the pouch. But....yeah, could she have just said, "can I have a paper clip?"
So then yesterday she comes over and says her printer is broken and asks if I can print this doc she emailed me. Okay, I print it. Oh no, I need it printed on letterhead. Let me mail you the letterhead. Okay print letterhead, then print doc. Oh no, it needs to be on special paper. Okay.....I do that too. Then she stands there with the papers and says "do these margins look funny?" I guess they do? Well I go to get a coffee and come back and she's sitting at my desk working on the margins on my computer! I stand there sipping coffee--once again, she not talking to me--and this goes on for THIRTY FIVE MINUTES! what?!
And hey, if you think I'm too posessive of my desk, fine. But I'll have you know it happened AGAIN for another 30 mins in the afternoon, making 2 full hours of my day about this woman's document. And she doesn't even work for my company...she works for a sister company. This woman...unbelievable.
The good news is I have my desk back
and she's off on baby-growing leave for the day. I'm just laaaavishing in the sweet luxuriance of having my paperclips all to myself. lol!
And it sounds stupid, I know it does, but the thing is when you work in a 9 to 5 your interests shift. A good day is one where the coke machine drops a freebie or the coffee guy finally brings new filters. An exciting event may be that it's time to renew your login password. Maybe you get a new pen color and today's its debut in your steno. Maybe you get to book a meeting in your favorite conference room that's never available. Relaxation is knowing your boss has a golf game in the afternoon. Not even you. Your boss.
And consequently, a bad day is when you suffer a fetus one-on-one for the sake of a paperclip.
Apparently, this is what it means to be all grown up.
LOL at the cat pic.
ReplyDeleteOMG to invasion of personal space. What is her problem??? I feel a "Do you mind?" or "Can I help you?" or "Back the eff off" conversation is in order.
amazing post.
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