Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Ben Stein is a bitch...Well, sorta...

So, this morning as the East Coast was shovelling their way out of a surprise late snow storm, I also shovelled my way through a mountain of used kleenex and dirty clothing to rejoin the real world. I've slept through the last 72 hours and I feel much better, though I generally prefer medicine head more when I'm not sick...

It took 32 minutes in the office for me to remember why I'd rather be independently wealthy. The first 20 minutes I played email catch up (Jesus H., can't these people do ANYTHING without me?). The next 8 minutes were spent getting the 4-1-1 from the boss man. 3 minutes to get a Diet Coke from the break room. Then she walked in.

Seriously, Ben Stein's twin sister works in my office. And not kick-ass Win Ben Stein's Money- Ben Stein. No, this is Has Anyone Seen Bueller- Ben Stein. She's a project manager that my boss has lovingly passed me off to as a subject matter expert. I spent the next hour and a half trying desperately to stop myself from figuring out which vital organs might be within a ballpoint pen's reach from my bellybutton, wondering just how difficult it would be to actually get the pen in there, and wondering if I could do it quickly and quietly enough that nobody would try and stop me... She went through 200 lines on her dumbass spreadsheet getting a status update and target completion date for action items like "Order Printer Paper" in her droning monotone squall.

I wonder, if I go to Hugo's office tomorrow, can I convince him that I have the bird flu? Do I know anyone who HAS the bird flu? Would they share a Coke with me?

Why can't they pay me to be this beautiful?

1 Comments:

Blogger Char said...

I'd pay ya baby, but then I'd really be broke! :)
Smoochies!

10:55 PM  

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