This really has nothing to do with my working life, but I was googling images instead of working and I came across this little gem. It really is one of the more disturbing things I have had the pleasure of viewing.
And, to think, this was meant to “entertain” instead of horrify.
I can make a million dollars but I have to beg for ink and paper!
— The boss, shouting to me from his office. It was a cranky day.
Don’t worry! We’re Working For The Weekend!!!
It’s almost here!
As long as it’s not Monday, it’s always almost here.
Office Conversations
Someone had left a pair of glasses at my boss' home. Seeing as I am a big wheel in the office, he chose me to handle the return of these glasses. This is more of a challenge than one would think since all our packing materials are comprised of paper towels and manila envelopes.
ME: I can't be held responsible for these glasses.
Co-worker: Did you say someone looks terrible in glasses?
ME: No, I said I couldn't be held responsible for these glasses.
Co-worker: Are they people glasses?
ME: No, they're dog glasses.
Co-worker: Oh.
(LONG PAUSE)
Co-worker: What are dog glasses?
An Introduction
I’m approaching the five year anniversary of my tenure as office manager at my office. I’ve come to realize that “office manager” is just an upmarket version of secretary. I have come to further realize that I am an artist in the way of the secretary. It seems to come natural to me.
So, I will share my ways, my secrets, my experiences as the Secretarial Artiste.
Is there a better example of a secretarial artiste? I think not.
“I read a lot myself. Some people think I’m too intellectual but I think its a fabulous way to spend your spare time. I also play raquetball.”
