Eyes....Burning....
The light directly over the door to my office burned out a couple of days ago. Last night, while I was warm in my bed, someone finally replaced it. This morning I was introduced to the light I like to call the Sunburst 6000.
I have to approach my door with my sunglasses on. I can already feel a burn coming on from my 5 second exposure. My keys began to heat up as I was unlocking my door. A fine sheen of sweat pops out every time I have to leave. If I had a magnifying glass I could burn down this building. Oh sure, everyone else has their soft-glow mellow yellow lights, I get the condensed version of an atomic bomb.
Can't say our maintenance guys are slackers, no sir.
I have been extremely busy at work. I'm not trying to brag, but I have a pretty important job. While that looks good on a resume and pays me the little bucks, it also wears me out. Last night, after a particularly grueling day, I went out to my car to find my tire f-l-a-t. Again. This time I had to change it. I called my husband, who works close, but with the stupid drivers we have in St. Louis, he showed up just as I was putting everything away. I HATE changing tires. So now I have my anemic donut tire doing double duty until this weekend.
Tomorrow is our work Christmas party. That's right, CHRISTMAS. Anyway, we give gifts and every year I have given a gag gift. And every year, the one person who would not get the gag has chosen my gift. This year I bought a shot glass tic-tac-tow. With all the alcoholics I work with, one of them is bound to pick my gift.
Ta.
I have to approach my door with my sunglasses on. I can already feel a burn coming on from my 5 second exposure. My keys began to heat up as I was unlocking my door. A fine sheen of sweat pops out every time I have to leave. If I had a magnifying glass I could burn down this building. Oh sure, everyone else has their soft-glow mellow yellow lights, I get the condensed version of an atomic bomb.
Can't say our maintenance guys are slackers, no sir.
I have been extremely busy at work. I'm not trying to brag, but I have a pretty important job. While that looks good on a resume and pays me the little bucks, it also wears me out. Last night, after a particularly grueling day, I went out to my car to find my tire f-l-a-t. Again. This time I had to change it. I called my husband, who works close, but with the stupid drivers we have in St. Louis, he showed up just as I was putting everything away. I HATE changing tires. So now I have my anemic donut tire doing double duty until this weekend.
Tomorrow is our work Christmas party. That's right, CHRISTMAS. Anyway, we give gifts and every year I have given a gag gift. And every year, the one person who would not get the gag has chosen my gift. This year I bought a shot glass tic-tac-tow. With all the alcoholics I work with, one of them is bound to pick my gift.
Ta.
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