At our office each year, we are treated to 20-minute chair massages, lunch and cookies and ice cream. It's sort of like Kindergarten for us big kids. It's great.
When I sat in the massage chair, the masseuse asked if I had any special problems she needed to be aware of. I told her that, since I've been back from vacation, my shoulders and back have been hurting.
She began the massage and asked, "When did you get back from vacation?"
I said, "Monday."
She said, "You did this to yourself in two days?!"
I love my job. I love my job.
This morning when I got to work, my Margaritaville mouse pad/shelf decoration was gone. Who would steal my damn mouse pad? Fuckers.
Our office administrator ordered a big chocolate chip cookie for everyone from the big-chocolate-chip-cookie place. My cell phone picture isn't very clear but the message had not one but two misspelled words: Happy Aministrators Professinals Day.
So, Happy Aministrators Professinals Day, everyone!