Everyone seems sick.
It’s winter, albeit a mild one, so it’s understandable. Flu and cold season. But I find myself holding my breath when I walk the halls or go into the coffee room. Never mind touching any door handles. There’s a green security button you have to press to get to the elevators. I try using my knuckles like I do in the elevator but it’s hard to push.
Offices are horrible, germy places. Not so different than a daycare centre–in lots of ways. People who work here are continually bickering with each other. Luckily, I don’t have to work with them directly. But I can hear the disagreements and arbitrations going on in the offices beside me. I think the Manager of that crowd should start handing out “time outs”. Or maybe a mandated 10 minute afternoon nap might help to calm tempers. I’m glad I don’t have her job.
Despite how I feel about my job, I know I have a pretty good gig. No one really bugs me too much. I come in. Sit. Sit. Sit. Then, go home. My mind in tatters from the stress of spending 7.5 hours sitting in a place I don’t want to be.
Do you have any babies in your office in need of a time out?
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1 Good reason for coming to work today: Starting this Blog
Hen
