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Stumpage Reports
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Wednesday, April 02, 2003 :::
Stupid Things at Work That Made Me Almost Wet Myself From Laughing, 2nd in an Occasional Series:
I used to have a job where I sat in a amall room with 1 to 4 other people and answered questions on the phone all day. You get to know your coworker's likes, dislikes, and quirks pretty well. Sometimes it would be one other person and me for three days in a row. The same one other person. We became desperate for diversions and as a result laughed at some pretty stupid shit. Keep that in mind as you read this. Maybe you had to be there.
The little room we all worked in had two doors: one leading to the public service desk and one leading to the staff office area. So there was a lot of traffic through there. Plus, we were such a fun bunch, other staff members would look for excuses to come in and schmooze. One day the door to the public service desk was broken, so traffic was drastically down.
One of the frequent kvetchers was Smartin. He wandered in on the day of the broken door knob. Michael and I were sitting at faxtelref looking at an important web site. Smartin gleefully announced "Boy, having that doorknob broken sure does keep the idiots out of here, doesn't it?"
I honestly cannot remember what was said after that. But I can see Michael looking at me with one eyebrow raised, a look passed between us that said "Do you want this one or shall I take it?"
Hilarity ensued at Smartin's expense. Another five minutes closer to quitting time.
Reading: (God help me)
Managing a Mold Invasion: Guidelines for Disaster Response by Lois Olcott Price.
Quote of the Day:
Dear Parents:
I scarcely dare write you that my dear brother who has shared many privations with me on more than one battlefield has fallen. He was killed by a shell about sunset on the 2nd inst. on the field of Gettysburg and was buried by two of my comrades and myself at 10 o'clock A.M. 3rd inst. The shell took off the back part of his head, passed out his back cutting his belt in two -- instantly killed. A few moments before, he, with the rest of our Reg., charged the enemy and all our Co. officers lost. I cannot express my sorrow to you at his loss. I feel as though I am all alone.
Your and my country's,
Henry
--- Henry Taylor to his parents, writing on the death of his brother, July 6, 1863.
Are my quotes of the day too depressing? Let me know.
::: posted by tom at 10:54 PM
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