Elle came to work with me today.
I hate my job…I love the people I work with, but I hate my job. Elle, on the other hand, thinks it’s a fantastic job! (as per her lunchbox note from yesterday)
Today we hit up Starbucks before we headed into the office to
slave away eat donuts, order chinese food, draw pictures of Palestinian flags and puppies wearing FAMU t-shirts, and dabble in a small bit of actual work. No, really. I did do some work. But it’s the day before the university’s holiday break begins and there’s nobody around to actually give you any work to do. There are no phone calls coming in, no orders being faxed in, no books to be ordered, no booklets to print and bind.
Yeah, that there question got me into a little trouble last week. Someone above me actually asked this question: “Whose job is it to fill up the copier with paper?”
I, being the secretary who is expected to have an answer for everything, responded with “Well, whoever is standing next to it when it runs out of paper.”
My logic was not appreciated, nor was my common sense. I guess the only thing that is appreciated is my skillful ability to load the paper trays in the copiers. I would teach others how to master this but, you know…
It’s job security.
The office is now closed until January 3rd. The only thing I’m loading for the next few weeks is my wine glass and the kid’s Christmas stocking. Oh, and my facehole considering I just got a HOLY MOZZARELLA BALLS!!!!-sized gigantor shipment of this for Christmas from my bestie in Wisconsin:
Cheese curds and mozza whips!!!!