Not My Thing

The plebes want pictures, but, like me sister who found out that kids in middle school near her house have sex on the floor at school sponsored parties, sometimes you can regret your decision. Here is what most of my days look like:

I spend a lot of time winking at the office. I should point out some of my perks. First, there is the receding hairline. Genetics can't take all the credit here--I spend a fair amount of time leaning to one side pulling my hair out trying to balance this #@%& balance sheet pictured in right monitor).

Second, let's not forget the character that is built by trying to fashion an entire accrual accounting system out of the piss-poor remains of a cash system. In Excel. Can I GET a witness?! That might actually sound doable and even enjoyable to some. Did I mention I have a seething pile of useless data to try and use as a base?

Third benefit, working remotely with someone in Britain at 10 PM. I really feel like the "get 'er done" attitude I am having forced upon me is working.

Fourth perk. Lots of alonergy. Did I mention sometimes the only communication I have with people is email? Literary, some days I never actually speak in my office--there is no one here. The irony of ignoring two calls (sorry Peter, sorry Kent) while on the phone with boss man is tragicomic.

Fifth perk. New phone--I have become a pearl user. This is to facilitate the times where after having gone to bed at 7 AM, I can check email and be on a conference call from the comfort of my own bed.

Side benefits: greasy forehead. What is worse--letting it stew or the ignominy of a paper-towel & handsoap bath in the office restroom?

Did I tell you about the motivational perks? This sign below literally stares down at me from the opposite wall.

If you are too lazy to click on the picture to read it (and I am SO with YOU, you know, MAN) it says "Despair--It's Always Darkest Just Before It Goes Pitch Black." Just if I am feeling down about work, this sign brightens my day.

Only eight more hours until my conference call deadline--they should be good ones!

8 comments:

  1. i dont think that i could possibly say anything that would make you feel better or help you get through the night. so ill just tell you that i think you are 'superbad' (terrible, i know. not funny at all. its the best i could do).

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  2. (a la George Michael)...FREEEEEDOMMMMM, FREEEEEDOMMM, FREEEEEEDOMMMMM!!!!111one. After a night where I drank 4 cokes and where I found myself asleep sitting at my desk at 6 AM the deal-io is done-skis! Call over, 15-mins of formatting work to do, and then I think I am going to relax on the beach with my new book--"Rough Stone Rolling." Piss-off work, I will see you on Monday!

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  3. i will try to call you karl - if only to leave a voice mail

    and nice poster

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  4. Hmmm.... Is that a Papa John's box in the corner? What country are you supposed to be in, anyway?

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  5. It looks like you have your stash of coke under control. :) (pepsi is better)

    I was feeling down today until I read your post. I'm with the kids all day and I have no "grown up" talk. I will take that anytime over no talk.

    I hope it gets "brighter" for you soon. (You need a date, that would help:) )

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  6. Photos: check.
    Hot doctor stories: still waiting.

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  7. you should also consider listening to Radiohead's No Surprises over and over. here's a sample:

    A hear that's full up like a landfill
    A job that slowly kills you
    Bruises that won't heal

    This will really add to the mood of your office and go well with your Despair poster, although you may end up on suicide watch if you're not careful.

    Cheers!

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  8. I believe it's "GIT 'R' DONE". Could you please learn to speak Redneck correctly? ;)

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