Tag: Work

The Chicken Smelt Round the World

Published on by GB3 Comments

“It was the chicken,” he said as he walked into the room.

“Wha?” I’m halfway listening as I’m reading something very important on the internet.

“The chicken.”

He has my attention now. “What chicken?”

“The smell.”

“Huh?” Clearly I’m missing some context here.

“I just realized that the chicken was stinking-up the Woody.”

“Oh. But what chicken?”  For some reason I can’t stop imagining a live chicken running a muck in his work van. I’m confused and my forehead is doing that pucker thingie that it does when I’m perplexed and that’s why I have forehead wrinkles.

“The chicken in my lunch box.”

“Oh. That chicken. From two weeks ago? Ewwwwwwwwww.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe we thought it was mildew.”

“Well, you did leave the doors to the Woody wide open through a torrential downpour.”

“I’m just glad I got it figured out. Now I don’t have to clean the Woody today.”

“But what about the lunch box? That thing wasn’t cheap.”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll see.”

“Were you on of those kids that always left food in your lunch box over the weekend?”

“My mom used paper bags.”

“Good to know.”

___________________________________________________________________________

Seriously guys. Don’t let this happen to you. It was the chicken smelt round the world. Or just our neighborhood. Sorry neighbors. The minute the doors of the Woody were opened the smell rushed out into the world overpowering in its terrible stench. I would never have guessed the source of the smell wasn’t mildew. I actually have a lot of experience in the field of mildew from that time that Dash got rained in and a mold infestation occurred. I’m sure you can’t wait to read about that.

So moral of the story is leaving perishable food in a lunch box in a hot car for days is not advised. Unless you really like surprises.

Who Does That?

Published on by GBLeave a comment

I had to share this because I can’t stop wondering if it’s just me or if the situation I’m describing below is a “who does that?”

As I mentioned in my last post, I’m on an elimination diet. On Monday (my second week of said diet) I walked into work, went into the break room to stash my diet essentials that would get me through the day and immediately noticed a massive baking pan of brownies sitting not so inconspicuously on the table.

I immediately knew who was responsible. With an office of 4, it’s pretty easy to figure out who staged a major temptation, on a MONDAY of all days, to thwart my diet. My lovely coworker who never brought treats for us in over a year suddenly had the impulse over the weekend to go into a major baking frenzy. And then bring it into the office to share. And talk about how she felt kinda weird bringing them in since one of us was on a diet. But not really.

Because seriously if you felt weird about it then the logical thing seems to be to parade it in the public break room versus in your massive corner office where you have plenty of room to host visitors and eat brownies.

So not that I really care, because anyone who knows me knows that I’d be much more tempted by mac n cheese or ruffles and french onion dip, but still who does that??

.

Pet Peeve Monday

Published on by GBLeave a comment

In honor of Mondays being the absolute pits, I thought I’d post a pet peeve. I know I should probably try to be inspirational and uplifting on today of all days, but it’s Monday and I don’t feel like it.

I have to park in a parking deck for work. Since I’m one of those people that is always running late for work, I’ve historically peeled into the parking lot, jetted out of the car and sprinted into work. Not possible when you are dealing with a parking deck. I can’t seem to get the hang of adding 10 minutes to my commute to deal with navigating the parking deck and getting to the 4th floor where the not very special people without reserved spots are relegated.

My general demeanor upon arriving in the parking deck in the morning is typically pretty dark. I’m not super thrilled about spending my day cooped-up in an office. Sorry people, I am not one of those lucky individuals who can’t wait to get to work and dispense sunshine and rainbows.

My demeanor gets much darker when I see the amount of SUV’s parked in the compact section of the deck taking up more than one space! These spaces are teeny-tiny. I have had to use my passenger side door three times over the past few months to enter my car, because someone was parked so close to my car that I couldn’t access the driver side door.

So parking deck designers who made the spots too small in an effort to squeeze every bit of space outta that towering cement hellhole and SUV owners who insist on parking in the compact spots, thank you for being even more obnoxious than returning to work on a Monday. I wasn’t sure that was possible….

Where Does the Time Go?

Published on by GBLeave a comment

Well hello February! Fancy seeing you here. I mean for the love of pete we just took down our Christmas decorations this weekend. Once I realized the stockings weren’t going to replenish themselves it seemed like a good idea to move on.

Time is zooming these days. And I’m struggling to make blog posts happen. It’s not that I don’t want to blog, I want to blog all the time. The problem is timing. I have flashes of blog inspiration throughout the day when I can’t blog. Like when I’m driving to work, when I’m working, oh yeah still working, goodness gracious is it time to go home yet, and finally time to go home. Yippee!!

Finally. Now I can do the things I want to spend my time doing like blogging, and I’m exhausted. My brain is mush, my head is pounding, my back is throbbing and my main desire is to get home ASAP so I can relax. Maybe do some light chores, watch some tv, eat some dinner, hang out, paint my nails…I mean I’m not completely worthless. Basically anything goes except spending more time staring at a computer screen.

I spend 8 hours a day Monday-Friday at a desk working on a computer. Well probably more like 7.5 if you count bathroom breaks. Still. That’s a lotta screen time. And I realize that I am not alone. I’m sure there are legions of people pining away in an office all day who manage to come home and put on their blogging hat.

So there it is. I think I just wrote my way to a solution. Clearly, I need a blogging hat.

I am still wondering  though where the heck does the time go??!