The Christmas Contest

My work is so dorky. Every year we have a Gingerbread Decorating Contest, and this year the theme was "Favorite Holiday Song". While NG and I have been listening to Christmas music ever since it started playing on the radio, we couldn't think of a song. That, and I'm slowly making this girl my clone and she's realizing how lame some of these activities are that the company thinks we should do.

However, 2 people in my department decided to take the gingerbread kit and make one. Their song? Rudolph! And to be honest, they did a REALLY good job. The rules are you can't use anything but the gingerbread kit, with the supplies it comes with and the extra candy HR provides. Seems simple enough, but every year people get disqualified for using tape, or something not included. My co-workers display was impressive. The house was Santa's workshop, all the reindeers were made out of tootsie rolls and they even had a Santa in there!

They didn't end up winning - the contest is rigged and IT wins every year. Check out the photos of all the entries - there was the dreidel song, lots of rudolphs and grandma got run over.



And let's just talk about what everyone is thinking after looking at these pics. Forget the contest - look at those fridges!! I work for a billion dollar company and I can barely afford my apartment. I say instead of getting TWO stainless steal fridges, they could have gotten boring standard whites ones and use the money they saved on my raise.

... just sayin'!

Merry Christmas Everyone!
Love, Your Favorite Grinch :)

Here's your sign

I know I have spelling mistakes in my blog every now and then, but I can't help but laugh at this sign. It was posted by either Bill or Jim. I'm leaning more towards Bill, since he was kind of pissy when I pointed out the fail.

Naturally I took a picture and harassed him all day. 'Tis the season! ;)

Enjoy!

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

Christmas time is one of my most favorite times to be a receptionist. Forget the screaming people on the phone, the annoying construction going on in the building, taking over someone's job while still doing my own, and the fact that my title is stilllllll receptionist, Christmas time is when everyone kisses up to me!

Vendors, especially those who come into the office regularly, LOOOOVE to bring me stuff. And really, what says Christmas better than free swag?!

The other day I got a fun purple notebook with pen from the FedEx guy. Today I got these 2 boxes delivered to me from one of the caterers we use just about every day. (See pic above. It had ribbons all over it, but naturally, I tore those off immediately.) So the catering lady brought one in for me, for being such an amazing customer and ordering from them all the time, and then she brought one in for the receptionist.

Oh wait.

That's ME! hahahaha, silly lady didn't realize I did it all! So what did I do? I kept both, I mean really, why would I share with NG? I'm "lead receptionist" and I do all the catering orders for the company.

So what did they bring me? Oh just some amazing delicious goodies. Of course, I dug in before remembering to take a picture, so I'm missing 2 pieces, but you get the idea.


Now is it worth being a receptionist to get these yummy treats? Absolutely not, but chocolate will always make this girl happy. Thank God for my gym membership...

Finn and Rachel break up

So you may remember that I posted about two co-workers dressing up as Rachel and Finn from Glee on Halloween for our Halloween costume contest at work. And in a very rare occurrence, I was wrong. They aren't dating. In fact, that couldn't have been further from the truth.

Finn is gay.

I'm usually so good at being able to tell when inter-office romance is going on! I'm losing my touch!

And how do I know this? All thanks to NG going to the office holiday "after party" last Thursday.

While I had plans to snuggle with my nephew, NG went to the local bar that our co-workers frequent for happy hours. She almost had forgotten the story until Finn walked by in the morning, being his usual quiet, nerdy IT self.

Apparently the night before Finn was out. of. control. I don't mean just drunk, I mean, spilling his cosmo, shouting about what men at work he, um... "wanted to get to know better", calling every girl "bitch" (in a loving way, of course) and acting surprised that "people didn't know he was gay". Umm... you're a quiet little IT boy that hangs out with Rachel, why would we know?!

Now, don't get me wrong, I just partied with a whole bunch of gay men on Saturday, and had an absolute blast. But to hear Finn being this crazy drunk gay man is so bizarre! I never would have guessed him to be gay. Or crazy. Or a drinker. ...And I guess that means that him and Rachel are just friends.

Who saw that one coming? Although, I guess him dressing up as a Glee character makes a little more sense.

Ha, who knew. Not this girl!

Walking in heels

Let's discuss the email I got from Bossboss. I got it Tuesday morning, and I have finally calmed down from the reading it, so now is the best time to share! Plus, I had a meeting with Bossboss today, so I wanted to wait until after we had talked to see what else she had to say. Below is the email, my comments are in purple.

Hi Ruby,

Let’s discuss ways to increase your visibility off the board. As we discussed at our last one-on-one, we need to get you out among the buildings, talking to staff and administrative personnel. (uhhh what? WHY?)

I have asked Jim to begin a project with the conference rooms. Why don’t you work with him this week to finish it. (Oh HELL no)

Please set up a meeting with us and Kathy to review the meeting transition from travel to office services/reception. (Why? I already know how to do her job, and Kathy is leaving on the 30th. She could care less about any sort of transition)

Can you or NG begin walking the buildings and help with the kitchens, mail room and meeting spaces? Can one of you please water the plants in the second floor café??? (Excuse me, we have plant boy to come in water the plants, he can continue doing so. And you want me to clean kitchens, a what what?!)

We need to keep you both as busy as possible. I am getting some feedback about having two receptionists and don’t want people to think we are not busy. Can you put some thought into this and send me some ideas?

thanks

That's it. No signature, no you're doing a great job, I appreciate you, no nothing. What the hell? And hiiiiiiii, you're the one that hired a second receptionist, how is it MY problem that there are two of us sitting at the desk?! Where else are we supposed to go??

Why do I have to walk around to do office services things? Why do I have to walk around to LOOK busy, even though I'm swamped actually doing things at my desk? This week alone there are 14 meetings. But sure, let me walk around to all the buildings and make sure kitchens are clean and that printers have paper.

UGH.

I don't understand why she just won't change my job title to something other than receptionist. I don't understand why I can't just take over Kathy's job. Why does it have to be absorbed by reception? Why does this lady hate me so much!?

My meeting with her started 20 minutes earlier than planned. She cornered me in the kitchen (while I was cleaning out coffee pots - oh the joy) and make me walk around the office with her, having her point out things she hated and wanted me to do. Then when it was actual meeting time, I was stuck in her office while she blabbed on about how people don't understand why we have two receptionists, so I need to make myself more visible so people see I do more than just reception.

Uhhh that's great and all, but all it keeps coming back to is why did she hire another girl full time if there's no need for her, other than to cover me when I deliver lunches, do Kathy's job and my lunch break?

And has she completely lost it? She wants me to team up with Jim about a conference room project??

Ok, maybe I'm still annoyed about it. I almost feel like she keeps throwing all this shit at me in hopes that I just quit and that NG becomes "lead receptionist" (that's her new term for me. Lead Receptionist. She also likes Senior Receptionist, but I made her stop calling me that)

I'll keep you all posted about how my walking around the office turns out. I guess on the brighter side of things (and look at me being positive!), all that walking in heels will be great for my legs. Summer isn't that far away... ;)

The attack of the onions

So everyday shiz niz is willing the poll right now, so here you go :)

As many of you might know, I loathe onions. The smell, the taste, the texture, the whole smelly thing. If you gave me the choice to starve or to eat an onion, I would die. My family thinks its SO hilarious to tease me about this. Ha, ha. The joke never gets old!! :)

So imagine how happy I was when not only did I walk into the office to hear that freaking alarm STILL beeping (Yes, if you remember from a previous post, it's the SAME alarm. It's been months. SO FUN!) but to see a lovely breakfast delivered on my desk. Bagels, muffins, fruit... the usual. And if that wasn't fun enough, I got to encounter a platter of onions. Yes. You read that correctly. They sent over a PLATTER OF ONIONS.


Of course I took a picture of it. How else would you believe that there was a PLATTER OF ONIONS?!?!?!

Ew. I want to vomit.

I can still smell it. Do you people really eat onions in the morning on your bagels?? I shouldn't complain, we have a breakfast on Wednesday where the people requested HARD BOILED EGGS. Seriously, who do I work with?? Why on earth do people want these smelly things in their meetings?!?!

Ugh. Gross.

...Hope you're having a happier Monday than me! :)

Old Like Us

I'm 27.

Granted, I may have a pair of gray plaid pants my sister calls my old man pants. I may like to rock a beer koozie over the summer that says "Sexy at 60!". I might have a "bad hip" and I may occasionally like staying in Friday nights and passing out early, but I'm 27. 27 years young.

I'm proud of that. I celebrate my birthday every year like it's the biggest party I'll ever go to. I don't think I look old or young for my age, I think I look like what a 27 year old should look like: a fun and (surprisingly) overall happy girl.

Maybe my job has made me negative. Maybe I don't smile all day long, and maybe every now and then I get called "ma'am" by a caller, but one thing I am not, is old.

There is this one crazy lady in payroll loves telling NG that I'm old. What she means to say, is that I've been with the company for a while and am no longer "new". I'm "old". However, when she says it, it always makes me sound like I'm some wrinkly old lady.

Crazy lady to NG:
"Oh, you're still new to the company, holiday parties would excite you. You're not old like Ruby and I."

"When you're old like us, you'll understand"

"Right Ruby?? She's not old us like!"


Listen you old bat, I'm not old. If you're going to call me names, call me mean. Call me rude. Call me dumb. ...Or maybe just say "when you've worked here as long as Ruby has". Just whatever you do, don't call me old!

...or maybe I am. I really do love those plaid pants. AND that old man sweater my sister also likes to poke fun of.

Hey N&J, move over and pass the yarn. Time for this old lady to start knitting. ;) LOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU BOTH! :) :)

Bill is leaving...

...The mail room that is.

Did I just scare you? Because I'm pretty sure I had a mild heart attack today.

Bill and I started a month apart from each other and pretty much have been each other's sidekicks during the past 5 years. Sure some days we hate each other, some days we bring each other coffee, and other days we complain about work or chat about our weekends. So imagine my surprise when Bill told me he got a new job.

A normal person would congratulate their friend, I on the other hand, called him a bastard.

How dare he think he can leave me behind at this company!?!?

Then, after almost getting yelled at by NG for "being rude", (well seriously, he would be a bastard if he left me!) I learned that the position he applied/interviewed for another department, had actually accepted him. Had I not been so caught up in the utter shock, I would have remembered that 2-3 weeks prior I had coached him on what to do and say in his interview. Apparently someone thinks I apply to a lot of jobs and know what I'm doing. ;)

My little Billy impressed the right people at the company and now is off his hourly wage, working for the miserable Jim, and has a brand new salary position in the IT world.

.....

Yes. You read that right. He now will work in the IT world.

WHAT?!? This is the boy that calls me and asks me how to set up a meeting in outlook. The same kid that asks me how to spell words because he "can't be bothered with spell check". The same bastard that didn't know how to COPY AND PASTE a picture into an email. Is this seriously a joke??!

Now, Bill is my friend, so I'm allowed to be all what-what about this and it's perfectly acceptable. And honestly, I am reallllly happy for him. I know how miserable he was, and how he really disliked working with Jim. But let's think about the real issue here: how this affects ME!

Will he be able to sit and have breakfast with me?
Will he still bring me coffee?
Will he be too busy to email me funny things from failblog?

I mean, really! these are the important issues we must find out!! Because of this, NG decided to check out our company's website just to see if something had been posted about Bill's mail room job. Nothing yet, but what we did find was there is an executive assistant position available. NG started asking me millions of questions, pretty much asking if I thought she should apply.

"Why yes, of course! You're totally qualified!"

What she doesn't know is that you have to be in your position for a year before you can apply for another department. I'm not sure if that's a common rule in companies, but apparently that's how it is at mine. I'm hoping she applies and gets shot down. Again, I know, that sounds terrible, but HI, let's focus on me again. I can't have another person LEAVE ME BEHIND. And if anyone is getting that E.A job, it's me ;)



BILL IS NOW A NERD!

Another day, another flower arrangement?

Another day, another flower arrangement?

Today flowers were delivered for me. It was weird, it came in a box from our flower vendor. I'm the only one that places these orders, so what the heck is this? I begin thinking of why I would be getting flowers. Nothing exciting is happening in my life, well, besides becoming an auntie, of course! but I don't think I would/should get flowers for that! It's not "Professional Admin Day", it's not my birthday, I don't have a man in my life that would be so inclined to send me flowers. My sister sends me flowers...but again, she just had a baby, she's a little busy for that!

After about 3 minutes of trying to guess, I tear open the envelope and get to the card. "Very belated welcome to our company, Ruby! You deserve some flowers."

A what what.

I turn and see NG grinning ear to ear. "Did you order these?"
"Well I was talking to BossBoss about how you're the one to always order new hires their welcome flowers, and how I thought it was so unfair that you never received some when you first started"
"You ordered me flowers?!"
"Yup. I was also the one to point out to BossBoss that you've been here for 5 years, too. If nothing else, Ruby, I appreciate you and want you to stick around."

First off, did I call that or what?!? I knew she told Bossboss! And secondly, aww. That's actually really sweet. It's amazing how we tend to forget how a simple nice gesture can really mean a lot to one person. Either NG is being really nice or she's up to something. I haven't decided which yet.

As I was getting my flowers all pretty and getting them some water, it dawned on me.

"Hey NG... did you use my corporate credit card to buy these?" (that's what we use when buying welcome flowers, boxes and lunches for employees)

"Uhh, yeah. I wasn't sure what else to use... BossBoss said to 'just charge it to our department' and I didn't know what that meant."

:/

So technically, I bought myself my own flowers. Still counts as getting flowers at work, right??

Happy Hour

So... I did something yesterday that I haven't done in a really long time. I got talked into going out for Happy Hour with some co-workers.

And... dare I say it??? I had fun. A lot of fun actually.

I mean, that very well could have been because of the free beer, (I love it when boys buy me drinks!) but it was fun to actually be outside of a work environment and just chat with people I see every single day.

The best part is I know all of them, but since I had skipped out on so many happy hours, I felt a smidge awkward. And since I get out of work earlier than all of them, and was still going to my gym class, I wasn't really looking forward to showing up by myself.

But NG had a brilliant plan. She's still obsessed with "meeting people because she's new" (yeah that needs to end, you've been here a couple months now) But she wanted to go, only if I was going. She's still dating that guy in accounting, and she was afraid if she went, people would think she was only there because he was. Um... isn't that why you're going though??? So since she didn't want to be just hanging out with him and have people talking, she said she'd pick me up on the way and that way we'd be together and we'd stick together all night. And she'd also buy me a beer. Oh fine, I'll go.

So I went. People seemed genuinely happy that I was there, they poked fun how at me about how it's funny to see me standing since I sit all day long and how they're all impressed I went to the gym first, before coming out.

What they don't know is that I was running around like a crazy woman after the gym and uh, yeah, just sort of rinsed off, attempted to fix my gross hair, threw on jeans, sneaks and a shirt and hopped in NG's car.

Yeah, be impressed I'm here, I didn't even shower for any of you :) I am so disgusting. Then a drunk male co-worker (Not Bill - he skipped it, because that's what we do! It was ironically, someone NG and I actually call Dreamy) called me beautiful and that's where I called it a night.

So the point of my story is, my co-workers all seem to love me and they have proven to me that I don't need to shower for work, or drinks. Point noted!

Begonias and Babies

So my meeting today never happened. I'm not even that shocked. BossBoss's excuse was that she triple booked herself during our meeting time.

TRIPLE BOOKED? um... that's the why we use outlook, so you literally look at your calendar while trying to figure out when you're free. Oh, you got a meeting request from 3-4pm, but your calendar says you're meeting with Ruby? That means you're NOT free, aka, DON'T accept the request. And not only that, don't accept TWO other meetings! lol, was is wrong with her?!

Ugh.

It hasn't been rescheduled yet, so I'm not even sure when I'll find out what exactly is happening. But don't worry, once the meeting does happen, you know I'll let you all know :)

On a strange, weird, and kind of ridiculous note, I got a "present" from my boss today. She came out to my desk to tell me that a little birdy told her this year was my 5 year anniversary with the company. I was gifted a certificate of appreciation along with a blanket with my company's logo on it.

A what what? First off, let's not even point out the fact that my anniversary was in September. Second, that little birdy was totally NG and third, a BLANKET?? with the company's logo? Why the F would I want that?!?! What a terrible idea for a present!

She even apologized for being a terrible boss and forgetting to give this to me early. Uh huh..

So what did I do? I gifted myself a beautiful bouquet of begonias that was for a huge meeting we had today (that they were just going to throw away), tossed the certificate and blanket in the trunk of my car, drove to my sister's, poured myself a glass of wine and snuggled with my nephew.

...oh yeah, did I forget to mention why I didn't get to blog a lot last week? My sister had a baby boy! He turns one week old tomorrow <3 Look at me, I'm a such a proud auntie. I practically turn to a puddle of goo just typing about that little boy! Argh! I hate people! My boss sucks! I hate my job. Ahh.... that's better, that's the Ruby we all know and love ;)

Kathy the quitter?!?

Kathy quit.

Ho-ly shit.

And now it's time to back track. I've been keeping a secret for a while. During my "review" with my boss, she had been asking me how working for Kathy was going. As you may remember, she graded me "below average" with just about everything, including all my work outside out reception. During this time I told her that Kathy's boss made me meet with her every Wednesday for a "meeting", and in our last meeting she wanted me to start taking over more responsibilities on the travel side on her department. She also wanted me to sit in a vacant cube from 930-12, then 2-4. The mini break from 12-2 was so I could cover NG's lunch, and NG could cover mine, and so I could handle the lunch that goes through the reception desk.

While this could have theoretically seemed like a good idea and maybe open an opportunity for me to get out of reception, I saw it as people passing off more of their work for me to do. And I mean really, why do I want to do everyone's busy work and data entry? No thank you. Plus, I'd still be rocking the title "Receptionist" so.... yeah. That doesn't help me at all.

While explaining what I was told, BossBoss immediately interrupts me saying, "No, you won't be doing that". Thank you!

Then she informed me of a little secret. Things were changing and the travel department was going away. There's no reason to start doing their busy work, when by the end of December their department won't exist. ....good point. So she told me to send an email to Kathy's boss, copying her, asking what I'd be doing, and then BossBoss was going to swoop in and be like, NOPE! not happening!

Before I sent the email, Kathy's boss ran over to me asking me how my review went, and what BossBoss had said about me working more hours for her. Ahh shit... well... she said no. Ahh this is awkward now, because I know her department is going away, but I can't say anything. So I sit there in her office while she rants and raves about how ridiculous this is that BossBoss won't be let me help and telling me I should look for new jobs because clearly no one is looking out for me here, I just there and take it because I don't know what else to do. This is also the same woman who told me in one of our meetings you have to "fake it to make it" in the corporate world. Basically, be fake, smile and do what people say, and that will get me where I want in life. Um, that is the WORST advice I have ever been given. So yeah, imagine how fun it was for me to sit there and have her spazzing out when all i could think of was she better start faking it to make it because she's on the way out. ha.

Fast forward to last week. Both Kathy and her boss got told that their department is disappearing. Kathy got offered another position in my department, and her boss got offered a shitty job in HR.

Kathy rejected the job and gave her notice today.

Since her department only has 2 months left, she'll finish up her work and at the end of December and will be gone.

A WHAT WHAT?! While I'm not really fond of doing someone else's job, I don't want her to leave the company. I know I complain (that's what I do!), but I genuinely really like her. And if there's still going to be meetings in the company, which we all know there will be, why does Kathy have to stop doing them? ...What the hell is going on!

So what does this all mean for me? I have absolutely NO idea. BossBoss hasn't told me anything else. Tomorrow, BossBoss, Kathy, NG and I all have a meeting at the end of the day. I originally thought it might be about me taking over meetings, but we all know she thinks I'm not qualified. Maybe NG will take them over. Maybe there won't be anymore food in meetings. Maybe I'm getting a promotion. Maybe I'm getting fired. Who knows!

Guess we all have to wait for tomorrow to find out. Well maybe, this is BossBoss. She likes to cancel meetings and avoid topics all together.

So my trusty readers, what do YOU think is going to happen?

Happy Halloween!

Today I got to sit next to Audrey Hepburn all day long. NG came into work, all decked out: black dress, white gloves, pearls, sunglasses and her hair in an updo. I had to admit, she pulled it off and looked great. What she didn't do was enter herself in the Halloween costume contest work had going on.

Who doesn't enter a costume contest when they're all decked out?!?

Turned out she was embarrassed, and didn't want her picture taken. All entries had to have their picture taken, stand in a line for everyone to "judge" and then an email would be sent out to the entire company with all the winners. Can't blame her for not wanting to partake (I mean really, I didn't even dress up), but I feel like if you're going to do it, just do it, enter yourself. Plus, who knows, you could even win a $5 gift certificate to Starbucks! haha yeahhh, that's the prize. We're cheap like that.

Anyways, there were some fun costumes. "Two-face", Toddler and Tiaras, The Scooby Doo Gang, Revenge of the Nerds, a cowboy, witches, Rachel and Finn from Glee, and....what? stop that. back track. Rachel and Finn? Doesn't matter if you watch Glee or not, the fact of the matter is that a guy and a girl, in different departments, did a "couple" costume.

The best part is that NG and I have been trying to figure out if they've been dating, because "Finn" would always go outside and "Rachel" was always a second behind him. The fact that they acted sneaky about it convinced NG and I that they were being a sneaky inter-office couple.

And here they are, pretty much announcing to the company, "HI! WE'RE A COUPLE!" Or at least, I think they are. So my bloves, what do you think? Think two people in different departments that sneak around, dressing in a Halloween couple costume, are in fact a couple??

Until next blog,
HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!!!
Love, your favorite witch ;)

The Scarecrow

There's a man in the office that Bill, NG and I only refer to as "The Scarecrow" The picture above is a fairly accurate picture of what the guy look likes. He's rocks these ratty clothes, has blonde hair, is tall and gangly, and I'm pretty sure he actually has hay inside his jacket.

Scarecrow is also known, to me and everyone else in the office, as one of the biggest vultures in the company. If there's free food, scarecrow isn't far behind. If there's a meeting happening with lunch being delivered, it doesn't matter what department it's for, scarecrow is in that meeting.

We all know that I bring all the lunches to the conference rooms, and on more than one occasion I have been asked by him where the food was going, and if I thought there would be leftovers. I'm almost beginning to think this man solely survives off the food that this company provides.

One time he was sitting in a conference room for a meeting that didn't have food, and I had to walk by with my embarrassing cart to bring another meeting their pizza. Of course, I was waiting in the lobby for the elevator and could see into the other room. He was STARING me down, and I'm pretty sure he wanted to eat me. He had a look of panic when I got into the elevator and he realized the food wasn't for him. I'm really surprised he didn't come dashing out, push me out of the way and devour the food immediately.

Now, scarecrow isn't a big man. He's not someone that I would generally think eats ALL DAY LONG. He's a tiny scrawny man who apparently has the appetite of a horse.

Today, two hilarious encounters with him happen.
Story #1. There were some left over cookies placed in the kitchen. I was down the hall and could see directly into the break room. Scarecrow with his food radar immediately appeared. He lingered, watching the girl put them down, pretended to get water and as soon as she left, he ran over to the cookies. He took one, and left. 3 minutes later, he was back, and grabbed another. 4 minutes later, he got himself a coffee, and 2 more cookies. Seriously dude, just take them all. You're not fooling any of us, we all know its you eating all the desserts.

Story #2. There was a basket of apples left in the lobby from a caramel apple thing my work did the other day, and they were pretty much the ones that no one wanted. All bruised, tiny and probably man handled by half the office. Naturally, NG and I were pawning them off on co-workers and laughing when they actually took a bite into them :)
Scarecrow was leaving for the day, when he saw the basket and his eyes lit up. It was like Christmas for this guy. He asked what they were for and why they were out here. Oh whatever, just take them. He took 2, left the office and went to wait for the bus. I left shortly after. I got a text on my way home from NG telling me that not only did Scarecrow come back into the lobby for apples, he took 2 more.

Seriously, I think this guy has an issue! I know free things are great, and who doesn't like free food, but c'mon! If there's free food left out, I'll only take some if no one is there because I don't want people knowing I do what they do! So needless to say, I never really get food because my office is full of people like scarecrow.

I almost feel like someone should give him money for groceries, or tell him where the closest food kitchen is. Or maybe, just maaaybe, he should stop being such a creepy vulture and bring some of his own food in. I feel like he may attack me next time I walk by with food that isn't for him!

Listen, Bitch

What the hell happened today? Was there a full moon last night? I'm so confused... why was EVERYONE a complete d-bag today??

I got screamed at by some man telling he was looking for Patty. And not just Patty, he was looking for Patty, PATTY, P-A-T-T-Y!!!! PATTY PATTY PATTY! IT'S NOT THAT HARD!

Well, you miserable excuse for a man, it is THAT hard. There's no one named Patty in this office. Without a last name (which he didn't have) there was no way I could look her up in the database. Did he know what position she had? What other location she worked at? Anything? NOPE! This man spoke down to me and slowed down his speech as if I was the one that was having issues. Granted I couldn't understand half of what he was saying because his speech was terrible, but that is no reason for him to get so frustrated and yell at me like I was dirt.

What I don't get is that how do people get off yelling at me and finding it totally acceptable! What happened to being nice?? I mean, i know I'm not a nice person, but I'll at least be respectful, especially when talking to a receptionist!

NG, unfortunately, got the worst caller of the day. Mine was pretty tame in comparison. While I decided I needed 5 minutes to myself (aka go for a walk), poor NG got The Jerk. When I returned she was already on her 3rd call with him, and looked like she was on the verge of tears. Since she was on the headset, I picked up the receiver (because we can still hear thru it, just can't answer the phones by physically picking it up - yeah, I know, it's weird) to listen in. If I could have slapped the man through the phone, I would have.

The man insulted NG's voice, saying "what is wrong with your voice, it's killing me", apparently told whoever he was with that "the switchboard lady can't even do her job, and it's not like it's hard to just listen and do what I say" and then the kicker, "listen bitch".

I immediately reached over to hang up with the guy, when NG stopped me, mouthed off to him and transferred him to where ever he was supposed to go. I just sat there with my jaw literally on the floor.

What the heck just happened??? While I applaud NG for sticking up for herself, there should be no reason that her or I ever should have to deal with that. And to the asshole that called, who do you think you are? Stop being such a d-bag hiding behind the phone and have the vagina to say that to my face. (again, sorry mom!) Now I'm not saying that to be a tough guy, but if you can seriously stand in front of me, scream at me and call me terrible names then props to you. But I dare you to do it because I don't think anyone would ever.

UGH!

NG and I are a team. We braved the rest of the day with smiles on our faces while secretly wanting to hurt everyone. I got her to do some of my duties for Kelly because she wanted to be off the phones for a while. I couldn't blame her, and I certainly wasn't going to pass up someone wanting to do "my" work.

...Looks like my plan to get her to do all my work is slowly coming together. Now if only I could have had that happen without dealing with assholes.

The Review

Last Friday was my review. It wasn't bad. It wasn't good. It just was.

Last Friday also was payday. My lovely boss put in for my raise (YAY!), but when I checked my bank statement, I learned that paycheck was only $18 more (BOO). I got a 2% raise, and when you're hourly like me, that literally translates to cents. My raise was 34 cents/hour. And there wasn't even a conversation about it. I know I should be happy to even get a "raise" but really? I do a lot, and I feel that this past year I've taken on so many new responsibilities the least they could do is TALK to me about my raise, and tell me why it's only 2%, before just doing it. For the record, it's 2% because that's what the budget allows and everyone, including my boss, got 2%. That sucks. Where is the motivation to do anything when your raise only depends on what the budget is??

BossBoss took me out to lunch, and we actually had somewhat of a productive meeting. She admitted to being nervous about this review, because apparently "I'm hard to read and didn't know how I was feeling about anything". Clearly, she needs to read my blog.

Anywho, I won't bore you with our conversation, I'll just list some of the lovely highlights BossBoss wrote in her section of my review that we both have to do for HR. Basically, she created goals for me during the year (which is supposed to be done at my last review, but we just skipped that part....), and then you and your manager grade yourself "above, on or below target" for that specific goal and then you both write a little blurb about why you responded they way you did. Check out my boss's responses:

GOAL #1: Assist office manager in search for a visitor mgt system for home office:
BossBoss Response: "Below Target" -
Ruby has not been involved in this project. I have discussed it with her and Jim has invited her to more than one meeting. Ruby has not shown any enthusiasm or ownership to this project.

Um, DUH! I didn't even know about this! And not only that, JIM has not invited me to any meetings. Ew. GOAL #2: Create opportunities for work outside of reception: BossBoss Response: "Below Target" - We have made adjustments in meeting support this year to provide Ruby an opportunity to expand into the role. This was really an opportunity for Ruby to put her stamp on meeting support and define an expanded role outside of reception. I have not witnessed the level of enthusiasm or assertiveness necessary for me to call this a complete success. I would encourage Ruby to continue to work on her communication skills and create a higher degree of ownership. There is no question that Ruby has taken over numerous tasks from Kathy and has provided her with a good deal of support. I am okay with Ruby and Kathy continuing this arrangement, but would not at this point give Ruby total oversight of in house meetings. Um...How the HECK am I below target when she clearly lists that I DO SOMEONE ELSE'S JOB? I guess I need to be more excited about doing Kathy's work, even though there is clearly no position available for me to take over meetings. That's fine. Whatever. But don't expect me to happy while I'm assisting Kathy. Overall evaluation: BossBoss response: Ruby demonstrates above target characteristics as it relates to managing callers on the board. She is dependable and consistent, offering callers high quality care. I have not seen enough growth in Ruby's communication skills, nor enough of an increased sense of ownership, or enthusiasm to give her more responsibility and broaden the scope of her current position. Ruby gives the impression that she is more comfortable with a consistent routine and the same daily schedule. This makes it very difficult to see her in a role that has more responsibilities surrounding front of the house activities. I am comfortable with Ruby continuing in a supportive role in all of these functions. Ruby is an excellent receptionist and makes a positive first impression for new callers to the company. Courteous and professional, she seamlessly gets callers to the right destination. She manages the activities that support the board well, including new employees, lists, and internal resources. I believe that Ruby is most comfortable at the board. I have single handedly got myself stuck as a receptionist and I clearly will NEVER get another position with this company. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Oh wait, I *DID* cry! hahah, are you even surprised??

The Apology

On Friday, my first caller of the day screamed at me. It was an obvious sign of a great day to come. (Friday was also the day of my review, so I knew it was going to be a long long day.)

So what exactly was he screaming about? His girlfriend had his GPS and he needed it and needed me to connect his call to her. Um...ok? Who is your girlfriend? After him screaming some more about how important getting in touch with her was, he stated her name. Interesting, the name doesn't ring a bell. So I type her name into the database and what's that? Oh, no big deal, she's an employee at one of our other locations. So kind sir, let me get you that number since you're calling the wrong place and screaming at the wrong girl. He became outraged that he would have to write down a number, and pretty furious at 411 for connecting him to the wrong place. So being the ever so lovely girl that I am, I transferred him to the location. Only after I gave him some serious 'tude.

Honestly, it's your girlfriend, um.... call her cell phone?? And how do you not know where she works? And seriously, you need a GPS?? How do you not know where you're going? Or, I dunno, look that shit up on yahoo maps.

I'm convinced that this man beats this poor woman. I have never, ever, in the 5 years of being a reception encountered a caller so enraged, especially someone trying to locate someone they know. I've had mean callers. They're usually just upset with the company, or a certain situation. Most of the time they don't even know they person they are trying to reach. So for a boyfriend to go so crazy about trying to get a hold of his girlfriend, I can only assume she stole his GPS because she was running away from him. And this my friends, is how I like to start rumors :)

I jotted down the name of the girl. I kind of wanted to find out who she was, and just in case if I turned on the news later that night and there was a story about some girl attacked by her boyfriend I would be able to call police and tell them her boyfriend is freaking psycho and has serious anger management problems.

NG came in, I relayed the story and we went on our day. Jump forward to Monday afternoon when I went back to Kathy's desk to do her work. NG called me and told me about her latest caller.

In the 5 years that I have been a receptionist I have never once had this happen to me. The psycho boyfriend called back and APOLOGIZED for acting like an ass. NG tried to get him to hold so she have him actually apologize to me, but the man wouldn't let her get a word in. According to her, he sounded so timid and embarrassed, and sounded as if he was reading a script. He introduced himself as the girl's boyfriend and apologized for letting his anger get the best of him. He was under a lot of stress and he never should have spoken to me that way. He could hear the phones ringing and told NG he wouldn't take up anymore of her time, but he was sorry for how he let things get out of hand. He hung up before NG could say a word.

A WHAT WHAT?!?

1. I'm totally convinced girlfriend kicked his ass and made him make that call,
2. I still dislike you and think you beat people and
3. HOW DID I MISS THIS?!?!? I would have done anything to get this call. I can only imagine what I would have said in return.

I've never had anyone apologize to me for yelling at me on the phone. I can't believe of all people, this jerk was the first one to do it! In true Ruby fashion, I'm going to say it doesn't count tho, since I didn't actually receive the call ;)

...And let's just hope that girl dumped that ass.

Who even has reviews??

So many of you are probably wonder how my review went. Well... it didn't. Yup, my manager cancelled it an hour before I left for the day (last Thursday), rescheduling it for Friday. I go in on Friday and yup, I have an email from her stating that she has a family emergency and she's not coming in.

Cool.

So this past Monday she comes in and tells me she's going to "get on my calendar" before the end of the week. Any takers of when she actually sent me a meeting request? Yesterday (Friday) at 3pm. And any guesses as to when my review is? Oh that's right, NEXT Friday.

Seriously? This was supposed to happen weeks ago! I'm fairly certain that she just has not done her section of my review and that's the reason it's taking so long. Can't she just submit the paperwork for my measly 34 cent raise and be done with it? Do we really have to go out for an awkward lunch? Wah!

Anywho, since I totally slacked on blogs this week, here is a recap:

* NG joined our softball team to "make friends". The result - she's now "dating" a guy in accounting. A full blog will be dedicated to this.
* NG also brought in more truffles. I spent 2 hours at the gym yesterday.
* I actually had an interview this week for an Executive Assistant position. Fingers crossed everyone! And for those who are worried that this blog would go away - don't worry. I think being an EA I'd still be surrounded by ridiculous situations.
* I had to order, set up and clean up 15 meetings in 3 days. Why do we waste so much money on food in this place?? Why is everyone trying to make me fat???
* I spilled coffee on me, had to sit in on a conference call that lasted an hour about visitor management and ended up mixing up the delivery date on someone's cupcake order all in one day.

Needless to say I am SO happy it's the weekend, and that it's a gorgeous one at that! I'll be posting next week about NG and her boyfriend (seriously? she's been here a month!), hopefully my review and whatever else comes my way :)

Have a good weekend everyone!

xoxoxo

Under Construction

My office is under construction. Instead of moving to a new location that can fit all of us, they've decided to demo the entire inside and rebuild everything. Sure, why not. However, because of this, it is very noisy, very messy and full of lovely construction workers. Joy.

The lobby is getting the majority of the noise. I'm not really sure why, but first they were doing demo/construction above me, then the department directly behind me, and now they're removing bricks on the outside of the building?? which of course, is the wall on the outside of the lobby.

Of course.

So, my company, being the dorky company they are gave us a "present" for putting up with the noise. Check it out below:
Yup, that's a lunch box that contained a t-shirt with the company's logo (because you know I want to wear that everywhere), a stress ball shaped like a hard helmet, ear plugs, Advil and an ice pack since our fridges are disappearing.

The best part? Some people actually put that shirt on OVER their other shirt. NG was beyond exciting to get a present, and I didn't even open it until I got home.

I'd like to say its fun the company does this, but seriously? What a waste of money!! My review/raise is coming up. Save the money and put it towards that instead. Mmmk? OkThanksBye.

Walking while... computing?

Ok, I don't have a laptop at work. And I don't have a lot of important meetings that I have to attend, especially ones where I would need to bring a laptop to. However, if I did, I would not be one of the cool kids at work that walks around, with their laptop wide open, looking like the biggest losers on the planet. I'm serious. How dumb are you trying to look?!

What is so important that it can't wait the 5 minutes for you to walk to the conference room and set up your computer? Nothing screams nerd like carrying your open laptop in one arm, and typing with the other.

I just don't get it.

Is it just me being mean? Which, we alllllllllll know is the most likely scenario, but really? Close your computer, carry it like a normal person and walk to the meeting. Most likely you'll get there and you won't have missed an email.

And for those out there that are "reviewing over the contents of the meeting". You are so lame. You're fine, the meeting will be fine. There's nothing you can do now to add on to the handout/spreadsheet/powerpoint anyways, so why bother??

Am I the only one that feels like this!?

Guest Blogger #2

YAY! another follower wants to share their story. Enjoy! :)

i picked up a shift tonight for one of my cases. great family, i love coming in here. if i didn't have to be at the hospital, i'd come work here every night. got a call from the case coordinator earlier in the week saying that the regular mon-thur girl quit and they need me to train a nurse to take those nights. i hate training newbies...they're way to excited and full of stupid questions. and yes, there are stupid questions, but i'll save the july-august resident stories for another time.

anyways, the case coordinator sends me an email saying newbie will be coming out at 9pm for 4-5 hours. say what, mofo?!! 4 hours?! that is WAY too long. no way...this cannot happen. after i get the baby settled, i crack open my laptop, jump onto one of the neighbors unprotected wifi networks and use this time to catch up on my blog reading, send some emails, play a few rounds of words with friends with my brother-in law (who also works this horrific shift), whip up a few digital scrapbook pages and maybe, if the mood strikes, get some work done for next week's class. 4 hours with a newbie is going to put a major damper on my routine.

i call the office and let them know that i can get the training done in a hour max. thank god they go for it! fast forward to this evening. i arrive at 8:30 and have 30 minutes to get the baby asleep, start the tube feeding and hook up the monitors before newbie arrives. 9pm on the dot....she rings the doorbell. now, this particular doorbell isn't the regular "ding-dong" type...it plays a song. loudly. loud enough to wake a sleeping baby.

newbie is not so newbie.

she's in her 60's. late 60's. and she's got her super duper "i'm going to be on my feet for 12 hours" nursing shoes all shined and ready for action. i've already ditched my shoes and am running around in my socks, wishing i had brought my slippers. newbie stands there looking at me with a blank face...no introduction, no "hello"...nothing. i find this odd. most nurses are fairly chatty, but not newbie. dead silence in the hallway, so i introduce myself and suggest a tour (basically..."these are the stairs that bring you up to the baby's room") to get started. i show her around, tell her where everything is and go over the baby's situation. at one point, she takes my book light and used it to perform a thorough exam of the room. i'm not really sure what she was doing or looking for...it looked like some search technique she picked up from csi. this takes all of 25 minutes, so i grab the chart and decide to go through the paperwork with her.

she's still contributing zip to the conversation. nothing about her work history...which is usually the first thing nurses talk about...where we worked, wild stories that happened to us...absolutely nothing from newbie. i'm looking at the clock and it's 9:55. i'm ready for her to leave and comment, "wow! we're making good time here...you'll be out of here in just a few minutes!" most people would be psyched, but not newbie. her response?

wait for it...

"my ride is picking me up at 10:30." whaaaaat?! that's another 35 minutes! and why in the world do you have someone chauffeuring you around in the middle of the night?! i can feel my phone in my pocket vibrate and i know it's my turn to play words. i figure while i'm stuck with this lady, i might as well know more about her, so i start rapid fire questioning. where exactly have you worked? how long? have you ever done home care? are you a pediatric nurse? why the hell are you wearing those shoes?! okay, so i didn't ask the last one! never really got any clear answers from her. this was her FIRST home care case and she's never taken care of a patient under the age of 15. interesting. you'd think the agency might realize this wasn't a good match for a baby with a trach.

i get newbie ready to go and by the door at 10:25...just in time to see the short bus pull up to bring her home.

LOL, thanks RB - loved the story, keep them coming!

Words With Friends

Lately Bill and I haven't had our morning chat/breakfast. He's been pretty busy, and when he's not, I got NG with me. Of course, he comes by and chats when she's there, but it's just not the same. So today, when he sat down next to me this morning I was pretty happy. Then he whipped out scrabble cheez-its. Winning!

We decided to see who could "play" the dirtest word. While going back and forth, I took it literally and put down the word mudpie. While piling on swear words off that, Kaitlin came over to order her lunch. Bill and I pretty much ignored her while laughing and having a good time.

Then, she said it.

"OMG, I wish I was a receptionist so I could play games all day long!"

A what what?! Did she really just say that? Does she really think I play games all day? And why the hell DON'T i get to play games all day! haha! Oh that's right, because I'm forced to answer hundreds of phone calls, deal with rude mean people, do Kathy's job, and help NG learn the tricks of the trade all while pretending to be Ruby Sunshine.

So what did I say back? "OH, I'll GLADLY switch with you!"

She laughed, paid for lunch and walked away. I looked down at her lunch order and realized Kaitlin, an accountant for the company, was in fact, a complete moron. She's an accountant. She must be good with numbers right? NOPE. Somehow she decided that 7.49 + 1.50 (for tax/tip) was 9.50.

Yes, I think I will go back to playing games all day. I'm clearly smarter :)

Cookies n Cream Truffles

I think I could post about NG forever. Now, don't get me wrong, I like her. I like the girl a lot. She's funny, she's slowly beginning to realize our job sucks and that she's stuck dealing with dumb people all day.

However, she is killing me.

Today, she came in with 2 zip-lock containers full of cookie and cream truffles she made for people in the office. No, no, no!!! I quickly informed her that I hope she was prepared to see her 2 hours of labor go out the window in the 15 minutes it would take for everyone to inhale her treats.

"Oh, I'm prepared, I just want to entice people to come over to the desk and say hello to me"

What?! No! We don't want to feed the hungry hippos, keep them at their watering holes away from the reception desk (aka me!)

To much of my surprise, people didn't come rushing when they heard there was free food at reception. The truffles, as amazing as they were because you know I ate one (ok 2...don't judge!) were a little sweet and definitely wicked chocolately. So a lot of people didn't want to try something so chocolate heavy . Haha, seriously?? you'll eat catered food that's been left out for hours, but won't try some home made chocolate??

Now, while I understand her approach to have people come up to talk to her, she's making me look really really bad. I brought in candy once, around Halloween time, and the candy went so fast, I didn't know what the heck had happened. I swore I would never spend and waste money on food for people in the office again.

So what does NG do? Just that! And people LOVED it. They talked about how great and considerate she is, and wow, these are just so amazing, you have such a talent! Ruby... why haven't you ever done anything like this??

Ugh.

And of course I can't be mad at the girl, she's brand spanking new and still being in that I love work phase. But seriously. You're KILLING ME.

I think the only reason I'm still speaking to this girl is because the candy was really good. Altho, Bill pointed out that maybe she wants to fatten me up so she can be the cuter receptionist.

....great.

Stupid truffles. Excuse me, I need to go eat the 3rd one I snuck home with me.

Free Chicken!

It's the Friday before Labor Day weekend. Thank goodness for 3 day weekends! I felt like the only one in the office today, and while I ran back to the break room to fill up my water bottle I saw this sign hanging on the board.

I don't know what it means or why it was posted, but obvi I had to share.



...I work with weirdos. And yes, those are little chickens at the bottom you can tear off. Anyone know what this is?! Or is it just some dorky IT guy playing a joke on us all.

Who knows. It's a long weekend. That's all that matters :)

Have a safe and happy long weekend everyone! I'll be back on Tuesday! :)

Until then...

xoxo

UPDATE!

So... remember me posting about how I changed Bill's photo on the intranet to a glittery pink unicorn? Well......... today he found out his picture had been changed.

NG, as much as I like her, told Bill that she liked his photo on the site. Him, thinking it was his picture, got all proud and was like, ya? you like that? So, needless to say, he pulls up his information and BAM! there's a pic of a unicorn under his name.

Now, I'm sitting at Kathy's desk while this is all happening. I get rudely distracted from my lovely spreadsheet I'm working on, by a pen flying at my head.

"I'm mad at you"

Having no idea what he's talking about, I reply "Uhhh, why?? I responded to your email...."

"Do I look like a pink glittery unicorn to you?" To which, I start laughing. "I know you switched my photo!! you're laughing, you're so guilty!"

"I'm laughing because that's hilarious, why would I switch your photo??" I type his name into the system and pull up the photo. Our co-worker Tim comes over and, along with me, starts laughing.

"RUBY!! I know you did this, you're doing it to get back at me because I always switch your photo to Scarlett Johansson" (Yeah... I'm not sure why he does that either....kind of creepy)

"Bill, who told you your photo was switched?"

"NG..."

"Ever think it was her?? She does sort of like you" (She brought him donuts one day, and I'm trying to convince him that NG likes him, haha! She doesn't, but it's still amusing, at least to me)

"I can't believe she would do that! She's been here a week, she's got balls! Ohhh, it's so on between me and her!"

....And that my friends, is how evil I am. Of course I was the one to change the photo. Would I admit that? Never! Would I throw someone else under the bus to save my butt from an angry Bill? You know it!

Stayed tuned to see what happens to NG.... any thoughts?? Think Bill will "get even?"

The New Girl (NG)

I've been training the new part time receptionist for a week now, and I gotta admit, she's good. In fact, she's so good, she's making me look really bad. She's polite, cheerful, cares about how she looks at work and I almost think she actually enjoys what she's doing. I know, what is wrong with her!? However, she *IS* just out of college and this is her first job in the real world. Sigh... I remember those days, being so naive, happy to just have a job. I wonder how long she'll last being so perky. I give her 2 months. TOPS.

"GOOD MORNING!!!! :) :) :) :) Thank you for calling our corporate office, how may I transfer your call?? OH! Of course, I'll transfer you right away!!!!!!!! :) :) :) Thank you for calling and have a GREAT day!!!!!!!! :) :) :) :) :)"

See? She makes me want to gag. I'm pretty sure I was never that happy when I first started working as a receptionist. And seriously? wishing everyone a great day?? That needs to end immediately.

As training continues I do think NG will break soon. I don't see her staying the happiest person ever. Just today she asked me WHYYY do people keep calling about jobs and asking if we're hiring??? Can't they just go on our website and figure it out??

...what was that? did I hear a smidge of "why are callers so dumb" in her voice??

NG: "Ruby, can I ask you a question?? If you were looking for a certain company in a certain location, would you google the number first and attempt to find it on your own, or would you call that company's corporate office and ask the receptionist?!" Ruby: "Personally, I would look it up online" NG: "EXACTLY! I've gotten so many people asking me to look up locations in their area...I mean, I'm not complaining about my job, it's just seems like that would be the more sensible thing to do"

...I'm sorry NG, are you wondering why people don't use common sense?? I like this girl!

She's learning quick that people are dumb. She'll soon be wondering how she ever got sucked into such a craptastic job. She's already offering to help me with all Kathy's work, and wants to help with all my other receptionist related duties.

Never fear, young grasshopper, I'll teach you everything I know. And then I'll sit there and watch you do it all for me! I'm beginning to think this might be one of my greatest ideas ever! ...well that, and thinking I should turn her into a mini me and make her cut the shit of being overly happy while at work :)

Mission: accepted.

(Below, a pic of NG...yeah, that needs to end)

What A Cry Baby!

I cried at work today.

It's not the first time, nor will it be the last. For once it wasn't because of a mean caller or my boss being a total douche. And if you can believe it, it wasn't because I was on vacation last week and now I'm back at work. (I apologize in being so busy and not keeping up with the blog, but I'm back..again.. and ready to entertain you all!)
Anyways, back to the story. It's my first week back from what is actually my second week long vacation (woohoo!) and I came back to a new part time receptionist coming in at 9:30am for training. That means I sit with this girl ALL DAY LONG. I swear, for the past 3 days at work, I have talked for the whole 8 hours of my shift. It's good, the girl asks a lot of questions and is right out of college, so she's super excited and eager to learn, but dude... I just got back from vacation. Give me a minute.

Not to mention, this week in my personal life is beyond hectic. My week started with me waking up at 4:30am on Monday morning to catch a ride home with my Dad from my parent's summer house and back to my apartment so I could get to work for 7:30am. Naturally, I decided it was a great idea to go to a baseball game after work and stay out until 11:30pm. Tuesday I had to wake up early to shower, then went out after work (gym, met up with my parents, did a lil shopping for the party and met up with a friend) and was out until 1am. Which, yeah, not the smartest idea being out that late but oh well! Oh and what's this party I"m taking about? Oh nothing, I'm just hosting a huge party for my sister this weekend, and I've been scrambling around trying to get everything together. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I could have done it on my vaca...buttttttt I didn't :P)

So, I'm tired. I'm really tired. I think I've gotten a combined total of 10 hours of sleep in the past 2 days. I've been living off caffeine, willing myself to stay awake, attempting to be the sweet (ha!) girl that I am while training the new girl, do Kathy's job because of course, even though I'm training someone, of course I still have to do manage to do her work as well, get stuck in a meeting with Kathy's boss where she rates me on my performance each week and pretend to act like I'm happy to be back at work! Sounds awful, right?!

So, yawning, I have to deliver food to a meeting. I throw the desserts on the cart, and while I'm opening a door to head into the lobby, all of a sudden the worst thing that could possibly happen, happens. The stupid cookies slide off the cart and PLOP, right onto the floor. I stand there not knowing if I should laugh, cry or just give up and go home. If you remember, I ate food off the floor of my office, and I stood there for a second debating if I can just throw it back on the platter and serve it. Ohhh stop, you would debate it too!

I bend down to start picking up the mess and Kathy comes running over. And thisssss is where I begin to lose it. Trying to hold back the tears, Kathy tells me everything is ok, don't worry about it, blah blah blah. Of course another employee comes over to help and I just stand up and walk into the bathroom.

And I cried.

Like a baby.

Over spilled cookies.

...And a broken nail as a result of trying to catch the damn thing.

So what's a girl to do? While rocking the obvious "yup, I just cried" eyes, I delivered the rest of the stupid meal (minus the cookies, those got tossed) with the whole office wondering what the hell happened to me.

I'm going with that I cried because I'm exhausted, but let's face it, I'm just a cry baby.