Templand-Day Two

The day started off with me being invisible or people not watching where they are going. I wanted to bankhand a few people on the way to work this morning.

Performing mundane tasks at work, but mostly just personal stuff. This sweet woman that I am working for is so sweet (and so pregnant I am surprised she isn't freaking out because of hormones) and wants me to put these papers in order and alphabetize them in a binder (it takes me twenty minutes)...she says that I don't have to finish it today and not to rush. I have literally made three (Pfizer-related phonecalls) and that's it. WHAT ELSE WOULD I DO besides finishing the binder? Okay, the pregnant woman I was just talking about just screamed, "I'm hungry. Why is no one sharing their snacks!?" LOL. Cute.

Anyway, some brilliant email quotes of the day:

Julie to Me in a conversation that quickly got out of control regarding workman's comp: "I'll give you a fucking sticker to put on your Special helmet. ;)"

Me to Faughnan in a conversation about me enjoying a mochaccino from Pfizer's flava coffee machine (a two step process by the way): "I am going to name my first born, Flava."

And 20 minutes to go of DAY TWO in templand. Peace.