I almost hate to say it outloud as it may come back to bite me in the butt, but this past week was . . . dare I say it?. . . okay. It was crazy busy, mind you, but. . . okay. I didn’t scream once. There were only a handful of “challenging” moments, but none TOO horrible that it got me up in a tizzy. I just did my work. Either it’s calming down around the office, OR I’m just adjusting to working in HELL.
Seriously, my job has presented me with some new and exciting “challenges” these last few months during this crappy economic timeperiod. But just when I didn’t think I could take it any longer, I get this card in the mail.

And I had to laugh! My dear friend, Mo, had been worried about me because I hadn’t been blogging much lately and it is truly out of character for me. She knew that I had to be having a hard time. You see, I like to blog about fun and happy stuff, not grumbling, whiny, and miserable stuff. But having no way to vent, it’d been eating me up and making me sad. So when she emailed me asking me what was wrong, I responded with a couple of examples of what I’d been dealing with. It was really awesome to get it out of my system. And she completely understood! She felt my rage. She wanted to stand up and fight alongside me. She understood ME so well that she knew she had to get me to smile. And she did. Thank you MO!!!!
NOW – I just found this recently and thought it looked like something that I, myself, could have actually written. I’ve been trying to convince the higher ups at my office that this brilliant idea would actually be beneficial to THEM if it were allowed. For the following reasons:
WHY ALCOHOL SHOULD BE ALLOWED AT THE OFFICE
1. It’s an incentive to turn up on time.
2. It leads to a frank and honest exchange of opinions and ideas.
3. Everyone in the office looks more attractive and sounds more intelligent.
4. Being found slumped over the photocopier or weeping uncontrollably in a corner is no longer a social gaffe.
5. There’s much more chance of the boss being in a good mood and agreeing to your request for a raise, particularly if it’s your round.
6. The food in the cafeteria suddenly seems delicious.
7. The stationery cupboard is finally put to good use.
8. It creates a level playing field – spouting incoherent nonsense is no longer the exclusive province of management.
Amen! I’ve got a fridge right outside my office door that could easily store my cold beer. I’d be SO less tense that I wouldn’t care what kind of crap went on. Great idea, huh?



















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Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackI’m glad you got a smile from Mo, she really is a dear friend. The Card is so cute!
I was just reading your last post about Monkey Bread….. I don’t live any where the South, but I grew up eatting it, but we call pull-apart cake, well at least thats what my family calls it, but it’s the same thing..
Take care.
YAY!!! If it got you to smile, then that was my intent. I almost got you a sappy, “Chin up, sunshine is coming your way, here’s a butterfly” card, but then I found that one and out loud in the Hallmark said, “It’s DONNA!” Sometimes my thinking comes out my mouth you see. I don’t usually even notice until I see people stop and stare at the whacked out lady talking to herself in public. I am in therapy, just to be clear.
Now. Regarding alcohol at work….I keep saying we need a margarita bar, or a beer garden. HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE?! Can you imagine tossing back one or four drinks, and then sitting on your coworker’s lap and bawling about how much you love him or her? “I love you man! I really do! I love you!” When I’m drunk, I love everybody. I’m sure I’m not the only one, or veneral disease would be obsolete by now. I’m just sayin.
DONNA’S COMING TO SEATTLE!!! Do you realize how excited I am? I’ve got every bit of your time here planned already, and frankly we need more time. Is it possible to come for a month? No? Fine. I’ll save some for the next visit.
I can’t wait my friend!!!!
Gotta love Mo!!! Alcohol would only work well in SOME work environments. Teehee. Trying to picture myself doing a head-to-toe or helping a patient onto a bedpan . . . hell I have a hard enough time finding the bathroom for myself when I get loaded. TMI??? OK, I’ll go away.
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