A Day at the Office
What if I decided to write one of these blogs while working at my desk in the Dean's Office entirely in stream of consciousness? Well, I guess I would write it like that, and it would probably take a couple hours, because this job is not mentally challenging in any way, shape or form.
A sound like it was from a Mario game just went off, and it so so happened at that moment someone who works here walked in, which made her entrance here a lot more entertaining. My boss, one of many bosses actually, warned me about how she was feeling with a card that had a recording of a woman complaining about every health problem ever. She then continued to show this to the woman who just walked in the door (with the soundtrack) and got immediately interrupted by her about something to do with a coworker (one who works here, from what I can tell) being both homicidal and suicidal, yet the two women just laughed it off! Oh! There goes the card again. It's pretty neat, really, since I don't know if there is a card that could conveniently convey my feelings about the job. Then, it turns out the homi-suicidal woman told my boss that she had a dream where she brought a gun to work. FanTASTIC! I love it when people laugh off folks threatening to off some coworkers. Oh, a story that began with : "Well, this was after he had gotten out of prison..."
"The hitman was hysterical?" Hysterical here means funny. Can't even believe this, it's great. I hope they keep it coming so I can get this done quickly. Another woman just walked in, one I've seen all over the place, but I don't know her name, so I ignore her for the most part. This could be the one my bosses were talking about. Yes, she stuck her finger in a light socket this morning!! This day is actually better. They are talking about the boss either "goin' missin'" or "needin' services." "I don't mind shootin' 'em!" The hitman, I assume. Or at least, I certainly hope so. I'd hate to think it was my boss, anyway. Another woman walked in, and from what I can tell, her name is Stormey. Awesome name, now she's talking about braiding her own hair in middle school, and how she's analyzed it for a long time. Something about the inside hair, hell if I know. My hair's only been long enough to braid once, and it was a glorious lion's mane of hair, really. Only been at this for maybe... twenty minutes. Not bad for twenty minutes' work. I just heard the word "perspiration." Immediately afterward, something about brushing your teeth, then a terrible laugh. Cupcakes, now, would be the subject. Well, that' s over.
"And he never goes out to eat where I want him to eat." "Do you like classic (garbled mess)?" Why, I don't know, Miss. I'm not really sure what (garbled mess) is, really. I like how this one woman just admitted to being an office leach to a guy who looked like an aged explorer. And this "explorer" is getting the card treatment now. Debating whether or not to keep going with this, or if it violates any sort of rights the workers have. I'm only really sure about one at the moment.
A sound like it was from a Mario game just went off, and it so so happened at that moment someone who works here walked in, which made her entrance here a lot more entertaining. My boss, one of many bosses actually, warned me about how she was feeling with a card that had a recording of a woman complaining about every health problem ever. She then continued to show this to the woman who just walked in the door (with the soundtrack) and got immediately interrupted by her about something to do with a coworker (one who works here, from what I can tell) being both homicidal and suicidal, yet the two women just laughed it off! Oh! There goes the card again. It's pretty neat, really, since I don't know if there is a card that could conveniently convey my feelings about the job. Then, it turns out the homi-suicidal woman told my boss that she had a dream where she brought a gun to work. FanTASTIC! I love it when people laugh off folks threatening to off some coworkers. Oh, a story that began with : "Well, this was after he had gotten out of prison..."
"The hitman was hysterical?" Hysterical here means funny. Can't even believe this, it's great. I hope they keep it coming so I can get this done quickly. Another woman just walked in, one I've seen all over the place, but I don't know her name, so I ignore her for the most part. This could be the one my bosses were talking about. Yes, she stuck her finger in a light socket this morning!! This day is actually better. They are talking about the boss either "goin' missin'" or "needin' services." "I don't mind shootin' 'em!" The hitman, I assume. Or at least, I certainly hope so. I'd hate to think it was my boss, anyway. Another woman walked in, and from what I can tell, her name is Stormey. Awesome name, now she's talking about braiding her own hair in middle school, and how she's analyzed it for a long time. Something about the inside hair, hell if I know. My hair's only been long enough to braid once, and it was a glorious lion's mane of hair, really. Only been at this for maybe... twenty minutes. Not bad for twenty minutes' work. I just heard the word "perspiration." Immediately afterward, something about brushing your teeth, then a terrible laugh. Cupcakes, now, would be the subject. Well, that' s over.
"And he never goes out to eat where I want him to eat." "Do you like classic (garbled mess)?" Why, I don't know, Miss. I'm not really sure what (garbled mess) is, really. I like how this one woman just admitted to being an office leach to a guy who looked like an aged explorer. And this "explorer" is getting the card treatment now. Debating whether or not to keep going with this, or if it violates any sort of rights the workers have. I'm only really sure about one at the moment.
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6:06 AM
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