Kinky.

After receiving a particularly snarky comment from me…

Boss: “Shut up. You still work for me. I can still put you over my knee.”

It’s not a good sign when the conversation reaches this point:

“…So…I bought myself a can of soup.”

No idea what this has to do with business administration.

Overheard: “Yes, I’ve said that so many times…and I know what I’m talking about when I say, ‘because urine has to be cultured…’”

I really do like animals.

I’m feeling a little guilty for considering posting photos in my cubicle that I took at a rodeo for no other reason than that my boss is currently on a rampage about animal cruelty at rodeos and I want to see her turn red.

Whoops

The problem with cleaning up your desk: you no longer look like you’re swamped with work.

Sigh.

You know that moment in the day when you’re so excruciatingly bored out of your mind that you almost can’t stand to sit in your chair and stare at your computer for one more minute? And you think, “If only someone would send me an email, JUST ONE EMAIL, I would be happy,” because you think that just MAYBE it will occupy a little time? Because you’ll spend a minute or two reading, and maybe it will generate some work, and maybe that work will take five minutes, and then you’ll be six or seven minutes closer to the end of the day, and those six or seven minutes would feel like an ETERNITY if not for that email which you desperately hope would appear in your inbox? And then you look up and see that there IS an email in your inbox (!), and you become so obnoxiously excited that you do a little happy dance in your chair and almost want to call your coworker down the hall and yell, “I HAVE AN EMAIL!!”? And then you realize that the email is just junk, not even from a real person, and definitely not providing any work?

If there is a feeling of disappointment deeper than this, I have yet to experience it.

Vocabulary

Boss: “Hey, Kim…I have a present for you.” (Hands me an invoice to pay)

Me: “I think you’re confused about the definition of present.”

Kevin

“I’m going 70 miles an hour and I’m passing a golf cart. That makes me nervous…but not as nervous as I would be if they were passing me.”

Waterlogged

If you live in the Austin area and have found that you have a shortage of water, it’s because I drank it all.

Sorry.

Phone call

“Another box arrived just now.”

“Is it one of ours?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t say who it’s for. It just says it from the Fulfillment Center.”

“The Fulfillment Center?”

“Yeah.”

“Should I come look at it?”

“Yeah, we can open it together.”

“Open it together and share the guilt?”

“Yes.”

“OK…but if I don’t feel fulfilled when we open it, we’re sending it back.”

(Also, when I excitedly ask if it’s a puppy, don’t immediately exclaim that it’s a kitten, you cat loving cat person.)