I wish that writing this blog (or really writing in general) made me one million dollars a year.
Cue Dr. Evil, ala Austin Powers:
Alas, writing does not pay the bills and I must work for a living. I’ve shared the glamour of my working gig before, but it’s time for an update on my workplace.
Here are some entertaining quirks at work. Or, in a less catchy way that doesn’t sort of rhyme, here are weird things at my workplace.
Does anyone still fax? Seriously, I can’t tell you the last time I faxed. But every morning on our copy machine I see a pile of spam faxes from roofing companies and strange banks.
“Wow, let me call AAA Roofing because I got this fax that says they are amazing and give them thousands of dollars!” said no one ever.
I work in academia. Which is as boring as that sounds. The “Free Books” table that popped up in our breakroom further illustrates the excitement of where I work.
This book, Nineteenth-Century French Studies, has been free for about 9 months. What? No takers? Shocking.
Can someone put the latest Janet Evanovich or Mary Higgins Clark book there, please?
Disgusting communal kitchen
If you have ever worked in an office where more than 1 person shares the kitchen, then you know my pain. But because I work in academia (see above), the rotting food in the fridge is quicker to smell. Because less preservatives and more farm-to-table gobbledy gook.
And even though people around here are supposedly smart, they are still too dumb to know how to wash their dishes.
Your mom doesn’t work here, folks. See that sponge? Use it!
So that’s the glamour of my workplace. What about where you work? Do you still send faxes? Do you have a personal fridge tucked away in your office so Janet doesn’t stink up your lunch with her tuna fish sandwich?