Tomorrow is Friday, kids! Not much to report by way of exciting office happenings; my job continues to consist of bouncing on a ball by the windows. Today I found a perfume sample in my bag and tried to lightly spray it on, but it chose that moment to become Niagara Falls. I do not approve of my new scent. I now smell like my grandmother’s curtains.
There actually was something out of the ordinary the other day; the blood mobile was here doing a blood drive. I’m not sure what gave them the mistaken impression that I was going to give blood and then go back to work, but the woman at the table in the lobby kept looking at me expectantly every time I went to the bathroom. Lady, in order to get me on that bus there would have to be an exponentially bigger incentive than a couple crackers and a juice box. A tropical cruise comes to mind.
Also, I am now accepting donations for queen-sized bed to be installed in place of my yoga ball so that I can sleep while still pretending to listen to my coworker tell me about her husband eating chicken pot pie for breakfast and how he fills his lunchbox with so much food that she could do bicep reps with it.
Speaking of which, the amount of food that materializes in this office is absolutely absurd. Today just walking to my desk I was handed a banana nut muffin, some Watergate salad, and two Rollos. Watergate salad is a devilish concoction of mini marshmallows, cool whip, pecans, pineapple, and coconut and makes me want to eat it by the truckload. Also, did I mention what was sitting in the break room?
This. This is why office workers are so sluggish and unhealthy. It's a country-wide ploy to get us to stay in these little cubicle jobs forever.
Now a word about actual patients: the American citizen award of the day goes to the guy this morning who, when I asked what he considered his race to be, answered loudly, “MALE!”
Oh, very good, sir. I take it you were not burdened with an overabundance of schooling. You are now permanently in the same category as the patient who wanted his emergency contacts to be "Obama" and "God."
Well, the week is finally drawing to a close, and here's to a lovely weekend and to no more babies being birthed in cars alongside highways in a 24-hour traffic jam because of three inches of snow. Cheers.