“I generally come in [to work] at least fifteen minutes late, ah, I use the side door--that way Lumbergh can't see me, heh--after that I sorta space out for an hour. … Yeah, I just stare at my desk, but it looks like I'm working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch too, I'd say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work. … It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s just that I don’t care.”
--Ron Livingston, Office Space, 1999
As my last official day of work approaches the 5 o’clock hour, I feel a bit nostalgic and yes ... even misty-eyed. (Ha ha, gotcha!) Despite my merriment, however, I am also thinking of the good times I've had here. Like the time
--I spent an entire afternoon working on my nails after borrowing Traci's terrific nail buffer (have recently decided to incorporate "terrific" into my everyday speech after the astonishing discovery that quite a surprising lack of people use it).
--A certain co-worker told me his or her story about sleeping under their desk because he or she was just so tired they couldn't keep their eyes open.
--All the catching up on my correspondence on company time (rixiestarr@hotmail.com).
--Getting FANTABULOUS presents from Denise (it was a gorgeous vase this summer to accompany the glass picture frames from last summer).
--Wasting away precious, valuable working minutes with Traci and Mitzi while planning ways to torture my dad.
--Reading Mitzi's hilarious emails when she was in the other offices. Here's a good excerpt... "Things are interesting as ever here. I haven't seen a person yet with a full set of teeth. Look at all the money one saves on toothpaste and brushes. ... No death threats today, just one pissed off guy telling me he isn't going to walk 20 miles one way for his appointment. I'm really disappointed about that!" Good, huh?
--Researching (see Site Navigation to the right above Archive)
--Plotting my future best-selling novel
--And ...oh yeah! Blogging all this at work while I'm bored!
Now I’m usually a work-first, play-later kind of girl, but there’s just something about this job that reminds me: there are two types of people—those finish what they begin and those that
Hey! It’s quitting time!
