I am tired. Thus far it has been a 39-hour workweek. This is excluding the 8 that I will work today and the 4 I will work tomorrow. I console myself with the fact that the overtime pay is good, and that I like the office when it quiet. During the day I amuse myself with rolling down in my swivel chair to make the other ladies on the row smile, and finding an excuse to call Cindy over to my desk to flirt with her. I have a Tonka Truck, a Triceratops from a Happy Meal, a colored picture of Buttercup and a Buttercup keychain doll, a Squid and an assortment of lollipops at my desk. I am bringing in my Mr. Potato Head next week. I am of the firm belief that there are worse jobs in the world than this one (1. because this job is great and 2. because I�ve had worse jobs, with far less benefits) and that since I spend so much time there, that time should be filled with fun. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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