so work is over.
Soooo...work is finally over. However, I do have one story left to tell from today.
I got in a fight. With the file cabinets. Now, on a normal day we don't get along very well. On Sunday, all bets are off. Fucker. See, on Sunday, I have to do all the filing that everyone else in the office could easily do, as they work. Simply pulling open the drawers and sticking the papers in the appropriate folder. However, it seems easier to just stack them all on top of the filing cabinet and call it my responsibility to do over the weekend. So, as per my list earlier, filing is always on my mind on Sunday. I finally get around to it today, and let me just give you a quick background on the filing cabinets at my work. They are full beyond belief...in fact, if their cheap metal frames were capable of bulging outward, they would. So, I have these stacks of papers that have to fit in with all the other papers that are popping out of folders precariously throughout the cabinet. Let me just remind you that I am soft, and these cabinets are hard, and the experience is something akin to trying to pry open a very stubborn keyring. Let me just also explain that I happen to be on the short side, and by short I mean that whenever I feel too lazy to do something, I simply wave my arms over my head and pretend that I can't reach. This works very well for maintaing the radio system, needing anything in the kitchen, or having to put away dishes. Anyway, on with the battle. So, in order to reach into the top drawer I have to stand on my toes. I am standing on my toes, trying to pry apart a space between folders, and the thing bites me. No really, I swear, full on I have a cut on my knuckle. My damn fingers got caught in this death trap of papers and I am shaking the whole thing to get it out, and when I pull my hand out of the drawer it snags on some metal bracket on one of the folders, and I am bleeding. So I run to the back office, swearing, and vowing to never talk to it again. (have I mentioned that I work alone on Sundays? and I have the tendancy to give human abilities to the inanimate objects in my office in order to have friends at work...but only on Sunday) So I end up pouting in the back office, singing "All by Myself" until I realize I only have a half hour to go and I still need to close everything up, finish the filing so I don't get in trouble when everyone comes back on Monday, and enter in all my shit from the week. Stupid filing cabinet.
I got in a fight. With the file cabinets. Now, on a normal day we don't get along very well. On Sunday, all bets are off. Fucker. See, on Sunday, I have to do all the filing that everyone else in the office could easily do, as they work. Simply pulling open the drawers and sticking the papers in the appropriate folder. However, it seems easier to just stack them all on top of the filing cabinet and call it my responsibility to do over the weekend. So, as per my list earlier, filing is always on my mind on Sunday. I finally get around to it today, and let me just give you a quick background on the filing cabinets at my work. They are full beyond belief...in fact, if their cheap metal frames were capable of bulging outward, they would. So, I have these stacks of papers that have to fit in with all the other papers that are popping out of folders precariously throughout the cabinet. Let me just remind you that I am soft, and these cabinets are hard, and the experience is something akin to trying to pry open a very stubborn keyring. Let me just also explain that I happen to be on the short side, and by short I mean that whenever I feel too lazy to do something, I simply wave my arms over my head and pretend that I can't reach. This works very well for maintaing the radio system, needing anything in the kitchen, or having to put away dishes. Anyway, on with the battle. So, in order to reach into the top drawer I have to stand on my toes. I am standing on my toes, trying to pry apart a space between folders, and the thing bites me. No really, I swear, full on I have a cut on my knuckle. My damn fingers got caught in this death trap of papers and I am shaking the whole thing to get it out, and when I pull my hand out of the drawer it snags on some metal bracket on one of the folders, and I am bleeding. So I run to the back office, swearing, and vowing to never talk to it again. (have I mentioned that I work alone on Sundays? and I have the tendancy to give human abilities to the inanimate objects in my office in order to have friends at work...but only on Sunday) So I end up pouting in the back office, singing "All by Myself" until I realize I only have a half hour to go and I still need to close everything up, finish the filing so I don't get in trouble when everyone comes back on Monday, and enter in all my shit from the week. Stupid filing cabinet.
things to do tomorrow
- talk about the re-re kid that lives behind the office
- pay extravagant victoria's secret bill
- not eat, in order to accomplish above
- find someone for whom to wear the new items that created the extravagant victoria's secret bill
posted by Lindsay @ 7:10 PM
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