So Very Bored

Post-Thanksgiving day at work. Nothing to do.

At least I'm wearing jeans.

Somebody Needs a Time Out

Good people,

When I tell you the following story please try to keep in mind that I am talking about a grown-ass woman here and not a two-year-old.

So a member of the Happy Cappy Investment Team comes into the kitchen looking for some mint tea. Now we have lots of a certain type of mint tea--"Mint Medley" or something like that--but she wants a different type of mint tea. So she asks if I can order the the specific type of tea she desires. She wants her mint sans medley. Okay, reasonable enough, right?

Well, I explain that we only have so much space and we need to get rid of this OTHER mint tea before we can order more. I figure we're talking two, maybe three weeks.

So what does she do? When she thinks no one's looking (my office is spitting distance from the kitchen so I see all) SHE TAKES THE MINT TEA OFF OF THE SHELF AND THROWS IT OUT! I can only imagine that she's hoping that I will check the inventory, see that we are running low on mint tea and order her preference. Apparently I am too stupid to notice that *alla-kazam* six boxes of mint tea are missing 15 minutes later after our interaction. Nor am I supposed to notice that there's six boxes of mint tea SITTING ON TOP OF THE GARBAGE.

You want it that badly buy your own fucking tea. I know these are hard economic times but I think your $100,000+ salary will cover a few boxes of Lipton Mint Tea.

Won't she be surprised next month when I double the order for Mint Medley?

Revenge is a beverage best served hot with a minty-medleyness.

The Three-day Work Week

When I travel I often fly out on Friday evening and come back Sunday evening. This turns five days off from work into nine days of vacation, or ten into 16. Because the Iceland vacation was a package deal I flew back on Tuesday night.

I'm beginning to think a three-day work week is a good way to ease back into the daily grind. The day was slow but okay. Less got done in my absence then I thought and one person was out Thursday and two today (Friday), so in addition to my more-than-usual workload I have to pick up the slack for others as well. But at least it's Friday.

Seriously, You Can't Get It There Overnight!

Okay, so I'm on vacation getting ready for Iceland (Ice, Ice Baby!) but let me share a little story from a few days ago.

On my last day before vacation (Monday) my temp replacement comes in. He's very competent and more than capable of doing my job (ut-oh...fear not he's going to Ohio next week). A member of the Bother Squad comes over and asks me if I can get something via FedEx to London overnight. I tell them no...like I have so many times before. Well, one of the BS went and did some research (emphasis on some). She comes back some time later and tells me that there's something called FedEx "Next Flight" and there's two options 1:30pm and 4:30pm. It ain't cheap. It starts at something like $240.

Now, I knew sorta something like this existed even though there's no option to do this online or with the FedEx software but I didn't know the details. (Hey, the mailroom's my job not my passion.)

Long story short, they tell me they'll have something ready for Tuesday to go by Next Flight hopefully by 1:30 but possibly 4:30. I inform them that I won't be here but Temp 2.0 will handle it...that and I encouraged them to send it Monday night by FedEx International so that it will get there by Wednesday.

So what happens? The usual: shit gets unnecessarily fucked up.

It turns out the Happy Cappy Investment Team is ineligible for Next Flight because of some transportation security guidelines or something like that. You have to apply for that status.

They should've just sent the package on Monday...

My Apologies

I've actually been doing my job. I'll have to find new, more creative ways to goof off.