Friday, July 30, 2004
About the same time I pulled into the parking lot this morning, I realized that I have absolutely nothing to do at work today. NOT A THING. We just started a dual-methodology survey within the past 48 hours and there aren't any data to analyze yet. On top of this, it has been a boss-free week, or what is commonly referred to as an "in-office vacation" for those of us who are present and accounted for. It's pure rabble-rousing hedonism around here, what with unabashedly eating at our desks* and leaving the toilet seats up**. Rar, we're badasses, fear our employee rebellion!
One of my coworkers*** brought her dog to work today. He's an Icelandic Sheepdog. Picture a border collie with generous amounts of orange fur, or perhaps more accurately, a friendly tricolor tumbleweed with a propensity for silently sneaking up on people. I was calmly sitting in my office reviewing interviews and trailers for "The Village" and trying to decide if this is an appropriate film for a fear weenie who lives in a house surrounded by woods, when - right at a clip of a scene involving someone being grabbed by the ankles - the dog slipped under my desk and rubbed up against my legs. Perhaps you heard a loud "AAAAA!" shriek around 10 AM? Yeah, that was me meeting Mr. B. We're cool now, but he's completely avoiding my desk area.
In other news, I'm now considerably less keen on the plan to build a guest house out in the woods beyond my back fence. We can thank Mr. M. Night Shyamalan (and Mr. B) for that.
* That's a recent policy here at Company Y. Please note that there was a napkin spread across the keyboard while the eating was taking place. Even badasses can appreciate cleanliness!
** Another actual policy here, as specified in the Employee Handbook.
*** It used to be singular as in "coworker", but now there are several of us. Whee! We're plural! We outnumber management! We will stage a coup and it will be unseemly upright toilet seats throughout the office!
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