Another Miracle!

I don't know what is going on lately. But another miracle happened.

I had a snow day yesterday.

In the 4 years I have been at this company, I have never gotten a snow day. And it wasn't just me, the whole office was closed. I still am shocked.

And you know what's even cooler? Oh that's right, I only have to work 3 days this week! That's a total of 24 hours. I can handle that, right??

I guess we will see, so stay tuned my bloves :)

Ho Ho Ho!

A little Christmas love from your favorite Grinch :)

The Christmas Miracle

A Christmas miracle has happened. For the first time in 4 years, I will not have to work on Christmas Eve. And it's not even that I'm just some lucky girl that got the day off, the whole office is closed!!

Unlike most normal offices, my work loves to stay open for the Christmas Eve holiday. And they love us so much, they let us come right back to work the day after Christmas.

Luckily due to some Santa magic, Christmas has fallen on a Saturday, allowing me to get the Friday off before it. I'm not really sure how why this happens, especially since we don't get the day after Christmas off, but it doesn't matter. All I know is that not only can I enjoy my Christmas Eve, I can drink that 5th glass of eggnog on Christmas without a care in the world. Oh weekend Christmas, you may be my favorite of them all!

But WAIT! There's moooooooore!

For the first time in 4 years, I get the 31st off! And again, not because of my vacation hours, but due to the brilliance of January 1st being a Saturday! That means I have two 4-day weeks in a row!

While many of you probably have a 3 day week, or normally always get the 24th and 31st off, I am jealous. But I can't even begin to describe my happiness on just having these two days off!


For all of you that work in retail, I'm sorry, and I hope you do get some much deserved time off, but right now... I need to brag ;)

Here Comes The Sun

It's cold. It's really cold. I come into work all bundled up and immediately turn on my controversy causing space heater. (Really... is it THAT big of a deal that I have one? It's not like I leave in plugged in...nothing bad can happen!) Any who, with all the cold air that comes in when everyone enters and leaves the building, one would think that seeing the sun and having it shine through the lobby windows would be a fantastic sight.

WRONG.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a born beach bum. I spend every moment that I'm not working being outside in the sun. In the summer I'll go outside in the 90+ degree weather for my lunch break just to bask in the sun. I love it. So why can't I love the sun beating down on me during the cold winter months? Oh that's right, this is why: See that bright ball of fire up there? Oh yeah, that's the sun...shining directly in my eyes. Starting in November, it starts to creep through the windows and be on my chest. Slowly as the sun decides to change positions, it creeps up directly into my face. It gets so bad that I literally can't even see my computer screen in front of me. People joke that I should start wearing sunglasses.

Ha-Ha.

How about you stop being so cheap and buy some shades to cover those windows up!??

I know, I'm a complainer, but honestly, it's right in my eyes!



I'll work on getting a photo. Until then, this gem will have to do. That is literally how I feel.

Now if this was my boss, or even the CEO, this little "problem" would be gone faster than ever. Why am I not that important??

Guess until it's fixed, or until February rolls around and the sun decides to change positions again, I'll just start working on my tan ;)

Don't Worry, Be Happy

I'm glad this week is over. It's been a crazy busy week with phones off the hook, my boss assigning me more projects and having 2 disastrous lunch orders to deal with.

That being said, today I stand by the statement that it really is the small things in life that make me happy. Wednesday's and Thursday's lunch orders were beyond out of control (i.e. over 2 hours late, and when it finally showed up, everything was wrong...). So today when everything ran smoothly I was so thankful.

As I'm pulling out everyone's food, I came across Eileen's Greek salad with tuna. I immediately started laughing and had to take a picture:



How can that not make you smile?? Happy Friday everyone! :)

The Wiper

Warning, this blog is intended for mature audiences only, and with that said, you've been warned.

My desk has the unfortunate placement that I can see who enters and exits the lobby bathrooms. When the door that connects the main building to the lobby opens, I usually lift my head up just to see if it's anyone needing to speak with me or not. And if it's someone just going into the restroom, I tend to not pay any attention. This being said, I will notice if you're in there coughing up a storm, puking (ewww), painting your nails (yes, that really has happened....twice), or flushing the toilet, once, twice, yes, three times.

I now know when certain ladies enter the bathroom, I know when to avoid it. It was a hard lesson to be learned.

One day, I really had to pee. So, not thinking twice (because I really don't stalk the bathroom as much as this makes it seem) I jumped up from my desk and went into the bathroom. Someone was already in there. So as I'm washing my hands, I hear this really intense raw scraping sound. Picture someone using a toilet brush on a wall, that scraping sound is echoing in the bathroom. Between being absolutely confused as to what the hell that noise was, and wanting to vomit from the sound of it, I literally ran out of the bathroom.

So what did I do? I watched the bathroom to see who was making that noise, of course. So now whenever I need to go to the bathroom I make sure to always make note of who enters so I never get stuck with "the wiper".

So today, the worst thing ever happened. My day had ended and I headed into the bathroom to change into my gym clothes. (I know, I could just change at the gym, but seriously, when you've seen naked old woman in the locker room, you never want to go back in there.) So anyways, I enter the handicap stall, lock it, and then I hear the door to the bathroom open. I had no idea. I'm changing from my work socks to my gym socks and obviously, like any public bathroom, you don't want to actually touch anything with bare skin. So I'm balancing on one foot, trying to get my sock on when the unthinkable happens. I realize I'm in the restroom with the wiper.

Here I am, sock less, on one foot, trying not to gag and cover my ears at the same time.

And it's not just a 2 second sound. This woman really goes to town. It's probably the longest 20 seconds of my life. I end up forgetting I'm without sock, curl up in the fetal position, cover my ears trying to block out the scraping sound. I may have even been rocking back and forth, I'm not entirely sure how I ever made it through the dramatic event.

As soon as I heard the flush, I literally didn't know if I was going to puke or start praising God for allowing me to live through it. I threw my gym clothes on and was out of the office in record time. I played upbeat music in my car full of lovey happy things, trying to block out the sound of The Wiper.

I unfortunately see this woman multiple times during the day, and she's a frequent visitor to the bathroom. The mere sight of her makes my stomach flip flop. I can only hope no one ever gets stuck in the horrible torture chamber of the wiper.

But seriously, what the heck is this woman doing?!?

The Interrupter

There is really nothing more annoying that having someone cut you off mid sentence. Unfortunately, with my position, most people don't care with what I have to say. Even if it's something I'm required to say, such as "Good Morning, Thank you for calling..." or "Sure, let me transfer you."

I know, it's really hard to wait the 10 seconds for me to answer the phone and greet you. It's so rude of me to think you want to listen to me! The nerve of me! There is this one lady that works for my company at a different location, who I have never met, but I have talked to every working day of my life in the past 4 years. Her name and number never appear on the caller ID, so I never know when she's calling. It's always an unpleasant surprise when I hear that British voice.

"Good Morning, Thank you for..."
"GOOD MORNING!!! May I please speak with Annie in Accounting?"
"Sure, let me..."
"THANK YOUUUU"

Not only does she cut me off every single time, but she's so damn happy every single time she calls. I'm at the point where I wish her number came up so I could just answer the phone "Gooood Mornn...." and trail off, or not even answer when I picked up the call.

And it's not just a once-a-day occurrence. This woman calls me about 4-5 times a day! And what kills me is that she's always asking for another employee working in the office. Or the same employees, everyday. Crazy lady, just get their direct dial! Then you wouldn't even have to deal with me! I'm pretty sure she hates me and just wants to get me off the phone as fast possible. So why even call the main number?!

Bill suggested that I start cutting her off, but she's like the sneaky ninja of all callers! Not only does she strike without notice, but she'll jump right on me before I can do anything! I should almost start applauding her for wanting to be the faster caller I have to deal with daily. But I think Bill is right, I'll start cutting her off while she's cutting me off. Two can play this game.

"Good Morning, Thank..."
"May I be transferred to..."
"SURE"

CLICK!

Who will I transfer her to? Who cares! Maybe she'll start getting people's direct dials because of this.... I'm liking this!

Oh sneaky ninja interrupter, this could be fun.

BRING IT!