I’ve been working on a couple big projects this week. Unfortunately, every time I started working on one, a bunch of small tasks would crop up and need to be addressed. You know how it is. Nothing unmanageable, just enough to keep my hands out of their regular mischief.
Anyway, I like to keep logs of everything in a text file, something I’ve picked up from a clever coworker in Tech Systems, Dave. But this week, I’ve been too busy to keep up with my usual organizational methods.
As a result, I was looking for a place to stick a post-it note with a reminder written on it when I noticed that the baby makes a pretty decent shelf. The aforementioned Dave caught me walking by and snapped a picture, which I’ve posted for your amusement.
Tomorrow should be easier – I’ve caught up, to a degree, and while I do have two interruptions to my day tomorrow, they are good ones. We’re doing another photo shoot with the Spawn (our third ultrasound) and then in the afternoon, we’re having a company event which largely consists on us eating burritos.
To explain – I don’t ever get any real phone calls at work (I’ve trained the world well), but last week someone freaked out our office administrator by calling our company and asking for me.
Turns out, it was a woman named Mary who wanted to give me 10 burritos from Chipotle. Apparently, if you drop your business card in their fishbowl, they really do call you and try to feed you.
The baby is already pretty darn excited about this. He likes burritos, or, you know, food in any form. Should I get back from my appointment in time to take a picture of that beautiful mound of burrito goodness, I will certainly post it tomorrow.
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Sounds like Mary (the burrito provider) is probably a financial planner of some sort. My gf used to work for one of those companies, and had to have fishbowls at restaurants and buy people lunch. She never got any sales from it, though.
My Dad told me about this company he worked at where the CEO found out how much money the company spent on Post-It Notes annually, whence upon he sent out a memo banning them from the company. From then on, everybody used the plentiful spare scraps of paper that they would otherwise have thrown out.
If my company ever bans post its I may lose the will to live.
I will get you a roll of duct tape and a sharpie that you can use instead.
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