Good responses at work.

RESPONSE 1
Earlier in the day
Boss: Can you take on this job?
Employee: Sorry, I’ve got tonnes of things to do.

Later on
Boss: Going home so early?
Employee: Yes, bye!
Boss: I thought you had tonnes of things to do?
Employee: Yes. Finished already.


RESPONSE 2
Manager: Last check please. Better not have any changes now.
Employee: Oh. But, now looking at it again, I think we need to move this here.
Manager: What??? You still want to cha-
Employee: I am not changing. I am improving. I cannot IMPROVE the work is it???

I feel like I’m slipping through your fingers.

You’ve done so much for me – not that I don’t appreciate it. I do. There is nothing better than to be right here, right now, with you. But there is one thing that eludes me. You know what I’m talking about. And I can’t get a hold of it. My problem isn’t that I desire too much, is it? It’s that I don’t desire enough. I don’t see further than whatever will satisfy this void quickly - and find out later just how it dissipates just as quickly. Save me from myself.

Creative are like the stereotypical stay-at-home wife.

We sit all day in the office, cleaning out briefs and ironing out the irritating little kinks that shouldn’t need to be fussed over, but we still do. We spend hours baking up ideas that sometimes come out a little half done. But hey, you can never know how these things turn out till they come out of the oven. So much care put into everything to give the husband an extra edge in his ‘big meeting’. Then wait all day for him to come home to eagerly ask “How did it go?”

How you know your boss has too much to do.

Her diary is an ugly battle zone.
Instead of brisk walking around, she now runs. In heels.
You have to book her time on a Sunday to show your work.
People who need to see her don’t wait at her desk anymore. They follow her around like flies.
Fights about who get to see her first start breaking out.
She starts scavenging for potato chips at 5pm. And that’s her lunch.
But just when you think the coast is clear, she’ll appear behind you and ask “What are you doing?”

“Hey, are you ok?”

It’s been a crap weekend. I had to come back to work and all. Not that I hate the work. I love the work. I just hate that I don’t get my weekend to do whatever I damn well please. So do forgive me if I’m a little bluer than usual and I brought it into the office with me today.

But that you asked, I am suddenly warmed from inside. Here I am, trying not to let my emotions dictate my day. But you saw beyond that and cared enough to add a little sunshine.

It’s been raining.

After a day of sitting in the office and going home late without dinner, it really does suck. But as I get in through the front door of my home, I start to think of ways to wind down. Take off my jeans and walk around in my underwear. Put the kettle to boil for a hot pail of water – more oomph that those Jotun showers, I think. Then a bottle of Bovril catches my eye. I had forgotten it was there. One teaspoon in a cup of boiling water. There’s nothing that warms the soul more.