WoooHooo

So, you may remember a previous post where I blogged about the fact that my co-workers suddenly morph into elementary school students anytime something exciting happens at work. Today was no exception.

Around 8:30 this morning, we were all sitting at our desks working diligently (haha, yeah right) when a co-worker sitting next to me got a phone call. Here's how it went:

Co-worker: "What? You're stranded outside and they won't let you back in the building to get your stuff? They say the building is closed?"

Immediately everyone begins to panic, you'd think they would sound an alarm or something if they were going to close the building or if our lives were in danger.

My boss tells us all to calm down and get back to work, and that she would make an announcement once she heard something, after all, when you're stranded all the way up on the 12th floor, news takes a while to get to you.

Of course no one could pay attention knowing that other building employees were going home to enjoy the beautiful weather. People were bouncing off the walls, talking on their cell phones and yelling across the room, you'd think it was a tornado that was shutting the building down.

A few minutes later we hear that the building is closing because of a water problem.

This is WAY better than the snow day a month ago when even though we had off of work all I could do was sit inside.

My Name is Rachel, and I'm a Tattletale

Have you ever tattled on someone at work?

I did yesterday, for the first time.

Now, I'm a believer that "telling" on someone should be left to kindergartners and everything, but when my performance is on the chopping block, as it was yesterday, I feel like the higher power (aka, my boss) should know about it.

To make a long story short, one of my co-workers accused me of making a mistake that I knew was not a mistake, so instead of giving in and doing what my co-worker wanted at the cost of my work quality, I argued my side of the story to my boss, who proceeded to agree with me and take disciplinary action on the other employee.

I felt bad for a nano-second, until the above-mentioned co-worker threw a hissy-fit and didn't talk to me for the rest of the day (this is a 45-year-old man we're talking about here). Then, I heard him call me an explitive (it starts with a "b") to someone else.

Do you think I did the right thing? Have you ever been a tattletale?

Crying Over Stolen Milk

Lately, I have been bringing cereal to work for breakfast. I get up early, (5:40AM...eeeek) and leave just enough time to get dressed, do hair and make-up and get out the door. I don't have time for breakfast at the apartment.

There is a little convenience store in my office building, and every morning I was buying a pint of milk for 90 cents. One day I thought to myself, "This is crazy! I'm spending like $5 a week on milk for my cereal!" Now, I know $5 doesn't seem like very much, but that's $260 a year! That's more than a car payment!

To solve this problem, on Sunday, while I was at the grocery store, I picked up a quart of milk for $1.25, and thought, "I'll take this to work and it will last me the whole week or more!"

WRONG!

The second day that my milk was in the fridge, I went to get some, and half of it was gone! The worst part of it was....I had my name written, in permanent marker, on the lid and the carton. To combat the problem, I took my milk out of the very visible side pocket of the refrigerator door and hid it behind some insanely old Tupperware containers of moldy lunch-meat, in hopes that the thief wouldn't find it again.

WRONG!

This morning I happily walked in with my cereal to find an evil coffee-drinker pouring MY milk into her ginormous double-venti coffee.

"Excuse me," I said, "can you read what is written all over that container of milk."

"Oh," she said, "I didn't think you would mind."

WRONG!

I think I may stick this post up on the fridge, so everyone has fair warning.