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Bill Zuckert15 December 1915-23 January 1997
5 February I love the way I went and said the I would be changing the format here and not keeping myself to four anecdotes per day, and then I go and keep myself to four anecdotes per day! Let's see if I can do a few more or less today...
Going back to work yesterday was hideous. It was like in Twister when people are hanging onto door posts and all, trying not to be blown away. I was clutching at walls, screaming "NOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!" being sucked into the maw of The Company That Must Not Be Named.
Yesterday, John said to me, apropos of nothing, "You know, you really look good with your hair washed. It looks really fluffy." My paranoia kicked in, and I imagined everyone in the office getting together and saying "Someone's gotta talk to Kymm and see if they can get her to bathe more frequently. John? You're her best friend, how about you?"
I have decided to do a new thing every day, the best and worst things that happened the day before. Yesterday's best was Dave calling me into his office (no, that wasn't it) and telling me that I would be working with Diane in Accounts Payable from now on (neither was that), and while he was telling me how wonderful I am, I hit him up for more money (yeah, that's it)! He gave me a 10% raise, and everyone told me that usually raises are 6%, so I'm pleased. The worst, however, is related. I have to move desks. I do NOT, however, get to leave the hideous room full of people--I have to move three desks over to the WORST place in the room, right next to the copy machine and the printer. Bleh.
What I wanna know how is I got so popular?
But I am not complaining!
The first Christmas picture, 1965,
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