Adventures at Work

   The lady right across the cubicle from me, whose name I shall spell backwards to protect her identity, is a LOVELY PERSON. She's the kind of person that drives everyone nuts, yet she's completely oblivious to that fact.
   There are three other women that do the exact same job that I do, and we all have different "Ad Taker" numbers. That way, when we print off an obit for our records, we can tell by the number at the top who did it.
   Last week when I couldn't remember which number belonged to which person, I asked Innal which number was hers. "I'm 701. Just remember... I'm number one!"
   I mustered up a fake laugh. I'm pretty good at those.
   Innal's comment worked, however. I never have trouble differentiating her ads from anyone else's.

   This afternoon one of the guys from IT stuck his tongue out at Innal. Behind her back, of course.
  
   Today when the maintenance guy came to take measurements for a desk extension I asked for last week, I told him I had changed my mind and didn't want the extension after all. He rolled his eyes and threatened to hate me forever. "If there's something I hate more than having to come all the way down here to fix something, it's coming all the way down here and NOT having to fix something." He made me promise to bring him cookies for his trouble.
   I saved him an afternoon's worth of work, but he is bribing me anyway. Rude people these days.

   A nice man from a funeral home in Texas sent me an email addressed to Sizie Seigle. THAT IS NOT EVEN CLOSE TO MY NAME.

   When I got to work this morning, I found out that I have been coming into work a half hour late every day this week. Whoops. But it was not my fault. My boss looked pissed until I showed her that it was the schedule she gave me that led me astray.

   Obituaries cost a TON. For instance, this post you are reading right now, if printed in the Kansas City Star, would cost about $500. That's without the paragraph breaks. And if I wanted to add a picture of myself, that strips me of an extra hundred dollars.  
  
   I went to the gym this morning, and since I was running short on time, I took clothes and makeup and stuff with me so I could shower afterwards and go straight to work. Whaddya know, when I was trying to get dressed, I realized I had forgotten to bring a shirt.
   I would forget my head if it was not attached to my body.