Word on the street is that the company provided all the employees with an array of St. Patrick’s Day cookies this morning. Night crew got gypped, as usual; however, there’s a picked-over tray on the kitchen with a sampling of greasy cheese slices, a clump of congealed jizz (maybe dip?) and three chunks of scary green cake stuff.
Instead, I ate some stale sugar free Girl Scout chocolate chip cookies that have been in my desk for three weeks.
There’s an opening for the evening shift and I’m frightened because whoever they hire will likely be sitting next to me since Collin got a different position here. Whoever it is, I hope they don’t stink of sewage and I hope they stock their desk with a large variety of delicious candies for me to savor at my leisure.
I currently am mostly blind so typing is turning out to be quite an Olympic feat for me. I feel sorry for the recipients of my emails tonight and for the corners I’ve been clipping with my shoulder as I stumble around the building. Lots of groping foreseen for tonight. More on that later.
I used to be obsessed with Bavarian stuff. I’m going to make that happen again.Hopefully whoever they hire will be Bavarian and maybe I can talk them into modeling their lederhosen for me.