I deleted this first part because it sounded retarded. Actually this whole first post kinda sucks but if you read on I think you'll find something worthwhile.
First of all...you'll find that I use (...) way too much. Probably a lack of writing skills but I figure as long as the point comes across, no harm done.
There's no second of all...I don't think. Only that I once knew what (...) was called but have forgotten. I know one of you smart people out there knows so email me if that's the case.
Work. Everyone works until they've achieved a job that doesn't feel like work. That they love so much they actually look forward to going to it. I don't love my job but I definitely do not hate it. I only work 3 days a week, I sit all day (I'm lazy), I have a nice boss who buys me a dozen roses for my birthday and gives me gift certificates for Christmas (and is female), and all in all it's a pretty ok place to work. Not that I don't have gripes. Not that you won't be reading about those gripes.
I moved to a cubicle from an open desk about a month or two ago. I have to say the change has been heavenly. Not only do I not have 3 crazies butting into my life every 10 minutes, but I don't have to hear attorneys screaming at their secretaries for mundane missed details. It's much quieter and easier to get work done, what little I have.
I run the attendance system for the firm but also assist the office administrator which sounds like a lot to do in 3 days but, surprisingly, it is not. I have ample time to check and write emails on all my accounts, listen to internet radio, check for auditions and now, write in this lovely journal.
If nothing else this firm provides many characters for me to draw from on the improv stage. Granted, our numbers are dwindling, but it seems that the weird ones stay and the normals go.
Mrs. Doubtfire sits in the cubicle next to me. She's named so because of her striking resemblance to the Robin Williams character. Right down to the hair. The only difference is the makeup. Her makeup consists of a caked-on layer of flesh colored, what I can only hope is makeup, giving her that dead person look...especially under these florescent lights...and nothing else. No eye, lip or cheek makeup...nothing. It's a very odd look. The most annoying thing about Mrs. Doubtfire is that she So desperately wants to be cool. My day is littered with her phone conversations consisting of calling herself "Crazy (Name)", asking people if they'll be taking a "Liquid Lunch today?", and deeming herself as "overworked and underpaid"...to everyone she speaks to. Also, she doesn't have an accent, nor is she from the South but ever since we merged with a Dallas firm she has begun answering her phone, "Howdy Y'all!" This annoys me the most, probably because she thinks it is Hilarious. It is not. But she does try. Every time someone leaves the firm and people join them for drinks after work she comes and tries to hang out with us and drink. It's always a little creepy but I understand where she's coming from...I think.
Now that I think about it I wonder where she's coming from? She never wears pants, always calf-length skirts. Some sort of religious thing? Did she grow up in New York? Was she the same in high school? Does she have kids? Has she ever had sex? I know there's much more than what meets the eye, but honestly I don't think I'd like to find out if it means becoming a close friend of hers. I'll just do what I always do and happily make assumptions.
Something that really drives me crazy at work is people talking for a longer amount of time than they need to. You call me. You make your point. Conversation over. Not the case…these people want to explain to me 5 times, in the exact same way, why their attendance report is wrong and needs to be changed. It’s goes a little something like this:
“Hi, my attendance report is wrong”
“What’s the problem?”
“You marked me out for January 14th and I know I was in that day”
“Ok, let me take a look at the sign-in sheet. Yep, you’re right…you were in that day. I’ll change your report and send you a new one.”
(this is where the normal conversation would end yet this one continues.)
“Ok good…because I know I was in that day. I remember signing in and (Name) was standing there and we had a conversation about how cold it’s been. I told (Name) that I was going to a Yankees game and that I was worried it would be too cold sitting there for a long time.”
“Yep, you were in. I’ll send you a new report. Bye.”
“Good because I really need all the days I’ve got because I’m going to Cape May this Summer with my family. Actually it’s my husband’s family…”
You get the idea. Everyone. This happens with everyone. Maybe they’re lonely and they just want to talk but I’m not giving the impression that I want to listen so why does this continue to happen? Next time I think I’ll start telling them about the toenail on my right foot that’s been hurting so I think I should go to the doctor because I’m afraid it might fall off. That might shut them up but more likely they’ll have a sore toenail as well and will then feel a connection with me.
First of all...you'll find that I use (...) way too much. Probably a lack of writing skills but I figure as long as the point comes across, no harm done.
There's no second of all...I don't think. Only that I once knew what (...) was called but have forgotten. I know one of you smart people out there knows so email me if that's the case.
Work. Everyone works until they've achieved a job that doesn't feel like work. That they love so much they actually look forward to going to it. I don't love my job but I definitely do not hate it. I only work 3 days a week, I sit all day (I'm lazy), I have a nice boss who buys me a dozen roses for my birthday and gives me gift certificates for Christmas (and is female), and all in all it's a pretty ok place to work. Not that I don't have gripes. Not that you won't be reading about those gripes.
I moved to a cubicle from an open desk about a month or two ago. I have to say the change has been heavenly. Not only do I not have 3 crazies butting into my life every 10 minutes, but I don't have to hear attorneys screaming at their secretaries for mundane missed details. It's much quieter and easier to get work done, what little I have.
I run the attendance system for the firm but also assist the office administrator which sounds like a lot to do in 3 days but, surprisingly, it is not. I have ample time to check and write emails on all my accounts, listen to internet radio, check for auditions and now, write in this lovely journal.
If nothing else this firm provides many characters for me to draw from on the improv stage. Granted, our numbers are dwindling, but it seems that the weird ones stay and the normals go.
Mrs. Doubtfire sits in the cubicle next to me. She's named so because of her striking resemblance to the Robin Williams character. Right down to the hair. The only difference is the makeup. Her makeup consists of a caked-on layer of flesh colored, what I can only hope is makeup, giving her that dead person look...especially under these florescent lights...and nothing else. No eye, lip or cheek makeup...nothing. It's a very odd look. The most annoying thing about Mrs. Doubtfire is that she So desperately wants to be cool. My day is littered with her phone conversations consisting of calling herself "Crazy (Name)", asking people if they'll be taking a "Liquid Lunch today?", and deeming herself as "overworked and underpaid"...to everyone she speaks to. Also, she doesn't have an accent, nor is she from the South but ever since we merged with a Dallas firm she has begun answering her phone, "Howdy Y'all!" This annoys me the most, probably because she thinks it is Hilarious. It is not. But she does try. Every time someone leaves the firm and people join them for drinks after work she comes and tries to hang out with us and drink. It's always a little creepy but I understand where she's coming from...I think.
Now that I think about it I wonder where she's coming from? She never wears pants, always calf-length skirts. Some sort of religious thing? Did she grow up in New York? Was she the same in high school? Does she have kids? Has she ever had sex? I know there's much more than what meets the eye, but honestly I don't think I'd like to find out if it means becoming a close friend of hers. I'll just do what I always do and happily make assumptions.
Something that really drives me crazy at work is people talking for a longer amount of time than they need to. You call me. You make your point. Conversation over. Not the case…these people want to explain to me 5 times, in the exact same way, why their attendance report is wrong and needs to be changed. It’s goes a little something like this:
“Hi, my attendance report is wrong”
“What’s the problem?”
“You marked me out for January 14th and I know I was in that day”
“Ok, let me take a look at the sign-in sheet. Yep, you’re right…you were in that day. I’ll change your report and send you a new one.”
(this is where the normal conversation would end yet this one continues.)
“Ok good…because I know I was in that day. I remember signing in and (Name) was standing there and we had a conversation about how cold it’s been. I told (Name) that I was going to a Yankees game and that I was worried it would be too cold sitting there for a long time.”
“Yep, you were in. I’ll send you a new report. Bye.”
“Good because I really need all the days I’ve got because I’m going to Cape May this Summer with my family. Actually it’s my husband’s family…”
You get the idea. Everyone. This happens with everyone. Maybe they’re lonely and they just want to talk but I’m not giving the impression that I want to listen so why does this continue to happen? Next time I think I’ll start telling them about the toenail on my right foot that’s been hurting so I think I should go to the doctor because I’m afraid it might fall off. That might shut them up but more likely they’ll have a sore toenail as well and will then feel a connection with me.
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