Oooohhh… mipiace I will try not to be jealous, but you have to rub my tummy, now. He tucked you in? I love when they do that…now bounce over here and get in the hot tub.
And I will drop in now and then when the foreign bodies that orbit my desk are a reasonable distance away.
Sigh. I don’t even want to think about the soul-eating zombies I share space with 40 hours per week.
I knew that I would be away from work for a couple of months, so I took the liberty of jotting down the 5 most remarkable things co-workers said to me the last Friday I worked:
“Do I have food in my teeth?” from Mark, the guy who fills the coke machine and flirts with me daily.
“I need a tampon,” shouted by the girl who sits to my west, and overheard by the client I had on the phone.
“My brother would really like you. He is about to graduate from Seminary and is looking for a wife. Do you date younger men?” (I am 33!!! Her brother would be about 23!!!)
“I am going to get that ladder and climb up those long legs,” said to me by my boss, who was pointing at a 30’ extension ladder left behind my desk by maintenance.
“Are you gonna eat that?” asked the tech support guy, pointing at a 12 year old Twinkie left on the empty desk beside me by an unknown co-worker.
I plan on returning with a fake wedding band, a can of Mace, and some circus peanuts to sprinkle about on the floor in trails leading away from my desk.
I was also considering leaving a boiled egg in my top desk drawer. I am not certain if the smell will keep the crazies away, or if sulfur will draw even more demonic characters to me.