There are two types of office colds. One is the sniffling sneezing kind and the other is the frozen feet kind. We are currently sub zero in my office and my feet feel like they have been skiing all day. And I am in the warmest part of the building. Not good.
I can’t cry because my tears are frozen.
that jackass mansplainer work arch nemesis that spent months trying to poach your old job that’s 10xs better than what you have now? he just poached that job.
-c
I incorrectly assume that people have the same style of humor than me far too often. It’s usually really awkward and almost always leaves me scrambling for words. Even though I do cry at my desk, I feel quite lucky to work as part of team that shares my breed of off color, “HR would not approve” style jokes. It makes the day go by faster when everyone else can keep up.
So, on this last day behind a really busy month that started with a late night phone call informing me I would need to hire, retrain and coordinate a new reception position before I leave on a two week holiday, this during the busiest time of the year, I would like to wish all of those people a very merry christmas and happy new year. Thank you for working with me, making me cry and laughing at my jokes.
I won’t be around to pester for the next two weeks, so I recommend holding it all inside until you see me again in person. Just kidding! I’ll be available by email and of course, not crying at my desk in Mexico. Expect to hear from me!
Happy holidays ;)
-The CEO making his employees sing and dance to jockey for their turn at the shitty potluck buffet?
OR
-The grown adult coworkers with well paying jobs spending the rest of the afternoon scavenging the lunch room for leftover room tempurature pasta salad with the congealed mayo skin. (“Did you check out the lunch room?? tons of leftovers!!”)
-c.
Last year at this time I worked a job where my one responsibility in a 7 hour day was to open the mail. With filtered Internet. I began having intensely personal relationship with everyone listed on my gchat. I even began to fall a little bit in love with Mr. iGoogle himself.
I cried at my desk every day. And in the stairwell. And in the washroom. And in front people when they said “omg you opened the mail so fast today!” as a genuine reaction to the fact that I was able to open mail that fast. Big fat tears rolling down my cheeks. “Thanks,” I’d say thinking, “ Thanks for making this worse than it would ever have to be.”
But I didn’t start drinking. Big mistake!
Have a great day at work everyone :)
omg weddings!
do you have time for this small weird task I will give you zero info about and then watch you flounder?
