Or, at least I imagine that's what happened, to make him go from misogynist ogre to eye-contact joking-with-me(a woman) guy.
Today I aim to replace the angry passive aggressive (or, in some cases downright aggressive) notes with poetry, silly notes, or empty wall space.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
a little poetry for your day
The Gray Room
by Wallace Stevens
Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.
by Wallace Stevens
Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.
goo goo gaa gaa!
I put a notice up on the wall for the inept salespeople at Grey, Inc., and signed it 'your happy data entry person'.
The one who told me I'm underachieving the other day comes out and asks, 'is it true?'
I ask is what true.
'that you're the happy data entry person?'
yes, it's true, I respond.
now, he leaned down to my desk and asked in a baby talk tone of voice,
'then, where's your smile?'
And that's when I shot him, your honor. He breathed his smokey, cheap cologney, old man breath right in my face while he patronized me, can you blame me?
We, the Jury declare ReceptionistOfTheDay Not Guilty, your honor.
The one who told me I'm underachieving the other day comes out and asks, 'is it true?'
I ask is what true.
'that you're the happy data entry person?'
yes, it's true, I respond.
now, he leaned down to my desk and asked in a baby talk tone of voice,
'then, where's your smile?'
And that's when I shot him, your honor. He breathed his smokey, cheap cologney, old man breath right in my face while he patronized me, can you blame me?
We, the Jury declare ReceptionistOfTheDay Not Guilty, your honor.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
a shout-out to my homie down the hall
Yo, R! yo, thanks for showing me the free food and sodas. Word.
the third level of the inferno
Today my telephone has decided it's a radio receiver, and is forcing the hold music through its little tinny speaker. There's no way to turn it off.
I am doomed to listen to 'adult rock' for all of eternity.
I am doomed to listen to 'adult rock' for all of eternity.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
temp springs eternal
mhmm. Tuesday. We'll see today if the Grey, Inc. accountant was successful in requesting through the agency, that I join them away from the front desk. This could mean that I am a) occupied for the whole day, b)paid more, and c)not sitting out in the open, at the mercy of the insulting masses. cross your fingers for me.
two, so far
employees who have come in this morning with black eyes. 9:56AM.
11AM UPDATE: Make that three.
11AM UPDATE: Make that three.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Monday, January 7, 2008
duties
I stuff envelopes like a champ.
I can not transpose numbers in data entry.
Sign for UPS
fedex
dhl
who? I'll be right back, they'll be right out.
this is certainly not the best use of my skills. In fact, it may well be eroding them, like a file on zinc.
I can not transpose numbers in data entry.
Sign for UPS
fedex
dhl
who? I'll be right back, they'll be right out.
this is certainly not the best use of my skills. In fact, it may well be eroding them, like a file on zinc.
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