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Meth Moments
Sep. 20th, 2006 04:42 am
Sometimes, I get these bursts of energy that serve absolutely no purpose save to make me look like I'm on meth.
Tonight I had to go in at 6pm for early dateroll for yet another server migration. Around 1:30 am, I came back from my lunch, stole some company resources by copying crossword puzzles & distributing them throughout the guest services desks... and then I remembered that our bottom drawer is making funny noises when we try to close it. I thought there was just a pen or something stuck in the rails. I got down on the floor to investigate, saw a pair of scissors & a plethora... nay, a veritable multitude of pens, and borrowed a yard stick from the managers' office to pull them from the back of the desk to where I could reach them.
Well, I couldn't reach over the back of the drawer - too narrow a gap, even w/the drawer fully open. I couldn't reach around the side of the back of the drawer for the same reason. I tried wiggling & yanking the drawer around, trying to derail it somehow, with no luck. So I had to suffice for probing the innards of the desk w/the yard stick, dragging detritus towards the front & reaching up from under the drawer to hook pens out w/my fingers. Needless to say, it was tedious, awkward and time-consuming, which was exactly the kind of time-killing activity I was in search of while The Brad checked my reports.
Brad came in to see me sitting under my desk, fiddling in the drawer. I waved my drawer-greased hands at him & said, "I'm not on meth!" He asked me if I had Leggos or something up under there w/me... and then he helped me dismantle the drawer, which was cool. Not only did I find 2 pairs of scissors, an organizer tray from one of the desk drawers and a 1000-miler envelope - I also found every cool pen that we have lost in about 4 years. Including one Alea had painstakingly decorated w/little strips of paper to profess her love for her current boyfriend. She is going to totally freak out when she sees that pen has been retrieved from the place all good pens go to die.
At least the drawer doesn't make that funny noise anymore. I'd have been pissed if I'd gone to all that trouble & the drawer still made noise.
Brad also asked me if I wanted an early out.
I got all my goodies from arbonne.com tonight, too - which was nice to come home to. Smelly goodness for my flesh!
Tonight I had to go in at 6pm for early dateroll for yet another server migration. Around 1:30 am, I came back from my lunch, stole some company resources by copying crossword puzzles & distributing them throughout the guest services desks... and then I remembered that our bottom drawer is making funny noises when we try to close it. I thought there was just a pen or something stuck in the rails. I got down on the floor to investigate, saw a pair of scissors & a plethora... nay, a veritable multitude of pens, and borrowed a yard stick from the managers' office to pull them from the back of the desk to where I could reach them.
Well, I couldn't reach over the back of the drawer - too narrow a gap, even w/the drawer fully open. I couldn't reach around the side of the back of the drawer for the same reason. I tried wiggling & yanking the drawer around, trying to derail it somehow, with no luck. So I had to suffice for probing the innards of the desk w/the yard stick, dragging detritus towards the front & reaching up from under the drawer to hook pens out w/my fingers. Needless to say, it was tedious, awkward and time-consuming, which was exactly the kind of time-killing activity I was in search of while The Brad checked my reports.
Brad came in to see me sitting under my desk, fiddling in the drawer. I waved my drawer-greased hands at him & said, "I'm not on meth!" He asked me if I had Leggos or something up under there w/me... and then he helped me dismantle the drawer, which was cool. Not only did I find 2 pairs of scissors, an organizer tray from one of the desk drawers and a 1000-miler envelope - I also found every cool pen that we have lost in about 4 years. Including one Alea had painstakingly decorated w/little strips of paper to profess her love for her current boyfriend. She is going to totally freak out when she sees that pen has been retrieved from the place all good pens go to die.
At least the drawer doesn't make that funny noise anymore. I'd have been pissed if I'd gone to all that trouble & the drawer still made noise.
Brad also asked me if I wanted an early out.
I got all my goodies from arbonne.com tonight, too - which was nice to come home to. Smelly goodness for my flesh!
