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Dumpster Dving, First Thing Monday Morning
Jun. 9th, 2008 11:36 am
No, I'm not being metaphorical or ironic...at least not more than usual.
The first thing that happened when I came in, is my boss called me in and said "I think those folders are going to fall off your desk, but I have cunning plan", followed by a scheme to use part of the old desk (with a cut in it for the wall beam) as an improvised shelf.. Which lead to my wandering out to the dumpsters to see if the desk we broke last week was still around. It was, buried under over a week's worth of cardboard, so I pried up the board, and trucked it back.
Some days at this job I take the minor blessings. Like right now, I'm just glad we're using desks, and not boards over old milk crates. If I wasn't so sleepy right now, I'd be perturbed.
The first thing that happened when I came in, is my boss called me in and said "I think those folders are going to fall off your desk, but I have cunning plan", followed by a scheme to use part of the old desk (with a cut in it for the wall beam) as an improvised shelf.. Which lead to my wandering out to the dumpsters to see if the desk we broke last week was still around. It was, buried under over a week's worth of cardboard, so I pried up the board, and trucked it back.
Some days at this job I take the minor blessings. Like right now, I'm just glad we're using desks, and not boards over old milk crates. If I wasn't so sleepy right now, I'd be perturbed.