- put on lip gloss two, maybe three times
- prepped 11 charts (3 of them new) for tomorrow
- handled more pieces of paper than i care to think about
- been on the phone 16 times
- sent 8 faxes
- written & received 20 emails, 1/3 of them regarding 1 of the faxes (i'm not a total pinhead, thank you, but as long as you're going to request that i email you when i fax you, why don't i request that you email me when you receive my fax? i'm all about everyone doubling over their work. WASTE. OF. TIME.)
- had 17 conversations, which today feels like 15 too many
- meticulously put REINFORCEMENT LABELS (yes, those little circular donut stickers that are meant to preserve or repair hole punches in paper) on an abused order. i mean, really! WHO DOES THAT DURING HER DAY? i feel my totem-pole status has reached an all-time low. i might as well be underground.
the number of scowls and level of muttered craziness has reached an all-time high. i got a voice mail this morning from the coder at the hospital who speaks the poorest english, but whose job it is to explain the most complex billing issues to me. i knit my brow, pursed my luscious lips, and pressed DELETE. something about $96.
now while that amount of money could pay for 12 visits to Chipotle, i'm just not convinced i need to wade through the strangling vines of someone's Balkan accent on its account.
AAAAAH! well after a surprise midday chat with ma quillian, i'm feeling a little more positive about my day. i can't stop affirming her for being as expressive as she is, because her freedom of expression gives others (i.e. me) liberty to let out what's really inside us instead of glossing it over for the sake of keeping everyone else comfortable.
dear quilly,
stomp it out, girl. stomp it out. oh, and give a little shake to
"there she goes" for me. and give a little twitchy of that
itchy-cute nose.
i'm with you all the time.
xoxo,
she.
6 comments:
okay i just have to confess to you (though i'm sure you already know this innately, without me even having to say it) i actually really like those little sticky circles. but it takes me a while to apply them b/c i have the crazy need to line each one up perfectly against the hole punch it's supposed to be repairing.
i know - can you say dweeb? well, i can.
ah yes, yes, yes, for freaks sake, i say amen.
pointless smells so odiferous, non? while i am exisiting in more of a comatose pointlessnes, it's still stinkay!
I am glad your light-heartedness came in the form of jillian, mine did too today. what a little source of levity, non?
Kristen. I feel your pain. I'm the office manager at a law firm, and I really could spend all day venting about the duties this job entails. I will list a couple for your comiseration:
1. Last I had to sit through a half hour meeting (the second of two that we've had) with a copier representative about choosing a new copy machine. And I had to pretend like I cared. Like this was a very serious meeting. My co-worker actually brought me a fresh yellow legal pad and a pen so I could take notes. I mean how complicated is it to select a copier?
2. I recently had to order office supplies for our office. For some reason we have to buy from Office Depot, the most inefficient company on the planet. After I spent an hour organizing my online order, Office Depot's website arbitrarily deleted half my order. After this happened several times, I resorted to placing my order over the phone. Which meant I had to read to the non-english speaking person on the other end of the phone the i.d. number for every item I wanted to order. She would then repeat back to me what the item was and ask me what the next item on my list was. This was all fine and well, except for the fact that every third item or so, she would throw in a pathetic product pitch. So, it'd go something like:
O.D.: "3 boxes of blue Pentel ballpoint pens"
Me: "Yes"
O.D.: "Would you like to buy some whiteout?"
Me: "Excuse me. What?"
O.D.: "Would you like to buy some whiteout?"
Me: "No! I would like to buy 3 boxes of blue Pentel ballpoint pens."
It took me half a day to get over my frustration.
3. I am organizing our office move, set to take place on October 17th. Which meant that I had to spend two hours on the phone with the phone company scheduling a transfer of our 22 phone lines to the new office on our move date. I got to work today to find that the phone company arbitrarily decided to transfer some of our lines to the new building today. Which means I will be on the phone with the phone company for a very very long time today.
Good luck with your office.
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lindsay: yes,i will say it. DWEEB. DWEEBIE. DWEEB-O-RIFIC. that said, i do the same thing. what's the point otherwise?
mme: "for freaks sake" indeed. thank the world for my precious fancy ladies.
sarah: OH. MY. WORD. the nightmare of your office life right now FAR surpasses the piddly complaints i have to offer. just reading your short account makes my lip curl and my stomach tighten. i tell you, the office staff of the world are severely underappreciated. Office Administrator's Day is one hallmark holiday i will NOT berate.
how much joy does it bring me that that list began with the lip gloss? :D
Dang.
I haven't made it out for a stroll in the blogosphere for what seems like a week or two!
Let it be known that chatting with you while slinging hammers in my studio is ALWAYS one of the best parts of my day...I especially love it when I'm wacking something with a hammer and you ask, "What are you DOing????"
I love you and your (tiny) nostrils. Perhaps you should start curling your upper lip towards your tiny nostrils so that all you can smell, while at work, is your lipgloss?!?
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