Stuff I did on my delivery round...

[msfledermaus]

...Got the beejeezus scared out of me by Lemur-boy-Rob jumping out and yelling. I yelled rude names at him right before the elevator closed.

...Nearly whacked a Design guy with my cart.

...Was told that a specific guard was sending weird mail and dressing up as an old lady again...I agreed to have his rival put on envelope-stuffing duty with me next week.

...Talked about more transvestite fun in Education.

...Chased someone from Film and Video with the cart. (He started it.)

...Grinned a sly grin at Jennifer, who grinned at me. Accused her of being evil...at a safe distance.

...Admired the other Jennifer's new Mr-Skull-head Mack-Mommy pinky ring. Donned the orange skull-ring. Wondered if we both had super powers now.


Some days I love my work.

Ms Eff, being productive now...*copy copy copy copy*

Comments

[joei.livejournal.com]

At least you can have some fun while you're busy working. I'm just sitting at my desk while guys come over and add more work, or complain about things not going fast enough, or about the stuff the other department did for the project. Not fun. I envy you.

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

I know I'm lucky...

and I have bad bits, too...don't get me started. But the fun bits sure do make everything easier.:)

[joei.livejournal.com]

I used to enjoy my job, then for a while I hated it. After the stroke I was glad to be able to come back to work, so I sort of liked it again. But now that's wearing off.

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

I can see how that would happen...cuts in pay and lots of work and little recognition. Makes me wish I could find a concrete way to help instead of being my usual distraction-laden self.:)

At least you've got Cyn for company...that has to help a little.

[cynnerth.livejournal.com]

No, I'm probably half of her aggravation. She amuses herself my hiding my chair, opening my file shelves, blocking the entrance to my cubicle, etc. :-D

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

Just pray she never learns anything from MY coworkers..they hide my delivery cart, we send prank interoffice bills, and put each other on silly mailings with horribly misspelled names..(for example, Paul gets mail from a cigar catalog every month, addressed to "Paula"...I keep swearing I have nothing to do with it, and It's the truth.)