i love coffee. sweet and creamy coffee. hot or cold, doesn’t matter. coffee is all that is right with the world.
today is über-cute day. if i thought i was cute yesterday, i’m freaking hot today. of course, if you know me, that’s not really saying much, but it does wonders for my attitude. too bad the boy’s not around for me to inflict this killer cuteness upon. i’ll just have to try and save it up for when he gets here.
i managed to get the entire union executive concerned about me last night which resulted in a phone call from the secretary-treasurer to assess and allay my concerns. during that conversation i realized that i wield power. i’ve never had that sensation before. i’m powerful in the context of my position within the union. *flex* i like it.
the elevator here at work talks. “ground floor. ground floor. have a nice day.” it was cute at first, but you know, it’s getting freaking annoying now. i understand that they’re testing the system for use in other places in the operation, but we have no visually impaired people here, turn the damn thing off, it’s driving us insane. plus, it only wishes you a nice day on the way down. don’t you think we need a little well-wishing on our way to work instead of on our way home? we’re already excited to leave, why not boost our sagging spirits as we trudge into this big beige box in the morning?
So grab the camera, little miss cutie. :p
feeling cute and looking cute are two very different things, though. i’d rather live in denial and keep thinking i’m cute even though i may not actually be cute.
You should take it for a test ride up to the top floor and see what it says/asks.
“Thank you for selecting the top level of the building. Before completing your request, I require you to please complete the following survey.”
“How do you feel about about your employment here?”
a) I love it! It’s all about [the company]!
b) Great!
c) I don’t know what to tell you..
d) I often sit under my desk rock back and forth and cry.
e) I’m packing heat. 7.62 millimeter… full.. metal.. jacket..”
“d”
“Thank you for helping make [the company] better! Have a great day!” Then you hear a snap, and you plummet to fiery doom.
Probably never happen.. but I’m glad I work in a ground-level-only facility sometimes.
[sorry, had to edit that for content – h]
we need to chat about this union stuff sometime. it’s my thing, man… labour studies.