What A Day!

As much as I enjoyed having a nice, long, 3 day weekend, nothing is worse than going in to work with not two, but three days to catch up on! I didn't get a single thing done until 5:30, and I'm supposed to leave at 5.

Because of this, my post today will be about where I'd rather be...

Holding hands and looking for a dummy!

Actually, there are a lot of places I'd rather be, but Presque Isle is definitely on that list.

Oh, the days of sitting in a cement block building, telling time military style, grinding out a living and just being "the keystone of Lifeguard Operations"* Life was good. I didn't have to let anyone into the office that I didn't want (unless they had more seniority), my radio policy was a paragon and, after the first year, not a day went by that I didn't laugh my ass off!

Sure, there were times when things got rough. Not every day was a great day but, in the nearly 3 years since I worked there, I have never regretted that I stayed so long. I hope this is one of the great summers at P.I. and that everyone stays safe.

*This was an actual phrase on one of my year-end evaluations. Thanks, boys!

Flowers

I got flowers at work last week for "administrative support day" or "wonderful secretary day" or whatever it was. I also got chocolate. The flowers were pretty and I had them placed strategically on my desk, by the window and my phone.

I will have to ask my mom to forgive me, as this post will get a little crude in a moment. Sandy: read no further.

The chocolate was great, I even shared some. The flowers looked nice and fresh this morning. However, a couple of times today, I turned my head only to get a whiff of what smelled like fart. Now, I work in an office where that just isn't an issue and I couldn't figure it out. My fear

was that someone else might smell it and cast suspicion upon me!

This went on until about 3pm, when I finally figured out that although my flowers looked fresh, they smelled like death. Needless to say, they went into the garbage and as far as I can tell, no one's suspicions were aroused.

Note: the flowers pictured here are just a representation and are in no way associated with the story above.