|T -6 hours to long weekend|
T -6 hours to long weekend
May. 24th, 2007 @ 10:12 am
It's a quiet morning.
It could have been a horrible morning. I was on my way to work, normal route, normal (lack of) traffic. And then I discovered that I was hurtling toward an intersection, totally oblivious (until that moment) to the fact that the light was red. I slammed on the brakes with an intense hope that I wouldn't just skid right out into the middle of the intersection. Before I had a chance to find out, the light turned green. So foot back on the gas, movement regained, everything was fine! Aside from the heart dropping and everything falling from my car seats onto the floor.
Today I am unreasonably irritated by people who send me a check attached to a copy of that check. I've got the check in my hand, people. If I need a copy, I'll make one. You're just wasting paper and making me fiddle with my staple remover.
hahaha I kinda like staple removers, but I get irritated by paper waste.
What with the staple remover being such a simple device, you'd think it would be impossible to be "bad" at it. But I use it a lot, and still so many packets of paper end up with one broken-off end of the staple still impaled through the corner. So I have to remove it with my fingers, occasionally drawing blood!
This is not so much a problem with the checks, more with the thicker bundles. But still! Too much time with the staple remover!
I'm afraid that's the nature of our jobs.
Once in a while I remove staples with my bare fingers. It's fun.
Most of my job is "equipment loaner" on account of "I forgot my calculator" or "my calculator has no batteries" or "I need a stapler and scissors."
You're a daredevil! A man on the edge!
I then use the spent staples to create small bombs or torture people I am interrogating.
I shall now call you MacBauer.
I will, too. DO NOT DOUBT ME.
I am glad you did not die!
I just got an email saying our office is closing at 3 tomorrow (instead of the usual 4:00 on Fridays), so I get a weekend almost
as long as yours. Well, longer than a usual long weekend, anyway.
I just looked at my subject line again and realized that my math was faulty. I am currently
6 hours from the weekend. Unless they let us leave early. I'm not going to count on that. I'm going to blame my traumatic driving experience this morning for that lapse. Yeah.
PS- THANK YOU I ALSO AM GLAD I DID NOT DIE
I AM FOR TO BE GLAD AS WELL!!!
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