Observations from a Week
You wonder what the grocery clerk REALLY thinks when all that you are buying are a bag of giant carrots, greek yogurt and beer.
It’s shocking what some people consider appropriate work wear on a Friday.
Self-Important-Meeting-Hijack-Guy (SIMHG) being out on vacation = good mood.
SIMHG back in the office = bad mood.
Being stuck on endless meetings with SIMHG = foul mood.
Arriving to work at 7:50 AM on an otherwise quiet Friday to find SIMHG already there = despair.
How many forced security patch install/reboots in a week are necessary and prudent and how many are approaching ridiculous?
Who knew horse chiropractors / vets could be so cute?
You have to question your skills as an equestrian when you jump, not once, but three times into the jump standards in the course of one hour.
Your social life has reached an all-time low, when the high-point of your week is the “special extended” episode of the “Real Housewives of Atlanta”.
You refer to a colleague on a meeting that you are running for a customer by the wrong last name. (You know for a FACT that you did this once, but suspect and fear that it may have actually been twice).
Dogs are very forgiving.
Being able to go to bed early one night and read for a solid hour = complete luxury.
Realizing as you walk around the office one day that your eyes have not stopped rolling once.
Wondering why some women wear so much perfume.
Laughing at how some people love to charge down the hallway to the cafeteria, like there is a prize involved for getting there first or something.
With a hurricane bearing down on New England, the biggest concern on all the news channels is how this will effect the Red Sox schedule.
When a building in Boston needs to be evacuated, it makes the local news. This never happened in NYC. Well, except for on 9/11/2001.
After a week of muttering to your laptop, you expect it to answer.
You’ve spent so much time during the week muttering and cursing under your breath. In. Your. Cubicle. That the intern who sits across the aisle is seriously afraid of you (and finally admits on Friday that he next expects your laptop to come flying his way).