Who eats oatmeal every morning and leaves their oatmeal bowl soaking ALL day next to the breakroom sink. Imagine if we all did that, sir.
Where is the secret poop bathroom? There is always one. (Although I'm starting to think the handicap stall is reversed for that - plunger and all.)
How come no one told me sooner Victoria's AMAZING salads are 50% off after 1:00? Not that it matters, I could never wait until that late in the day to eat.
Speaking of which, the stink eye is not appreciated rest of office just because I am a hungry girl who likes to eat lunch promptly at 11:15.
While I will take some responsibility for not remembering a fork with my packed lunches, why can the office splurge on an endless supply of sharpies, but not plastic utensils? Apologies for having to audibly slurp my applesauce cup.
How was I suppose to know that we staple all of our papers in the upper *right* hand corner? I'm uncomfortable with how many times I've been reprimanded for forgetting.
Do I finally call out the hen in the cubicle across from me that her diet probably isn't working because of the two bottles of Mountain Dew and "cheat" Oreos she has everyday? Stop reminding me that you're on a diet and I'll stop judging.
Does no one else walk outside in the Minnesota artic to come into the office? Hello, it's me Nanook of the North. It's like -5 degrees outside with a foot of snow, don't make me feel bad about having to find a spot for my hat, scarf, mitten, and boots in our tiny office everyday. I know you're cold everyone else in your adorable, but definitely not insulated jackets. Your ears and hands are cold and they hate you.
This came off sounding whinier than I intended. Whiny observations that make working in an office fascinating. I'll keep you updated. Enthralling stuff.
Does no one else walk outside in the Minnesota artic to come into the office? Hello, it's me Nanook of the North. It's like -5 degrees outside with a foot of snow, don't make me feel bad about having to find a spot for my hat, scarf, mitten, and boots in our tiny office everyday. I know you're cold everyone else in your adorable, but definitely not insulated jackets. Your ears and hands are cold and they hate you.
This came off sounding whinier than I intended. Whiny observations that make working in an office fascinating. I'll keep you updated. Enthralling stuff.
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