Baboon Pirates

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

Isn't It Ironic?

It's Like Rayeeeaaa-Yane On Your Wedding Day!

Oh, the irony... it burns! It hurts us, my precious!

I've long had a gripe about my boss plopping down on a chair in my office and gabbling away for 30 to 90 minutes a day. It's not that I can't rearrange my day around it, but there's absolutely no regard given for my scheduled lunch hour, my departure at day's end, my need to run to the Necessary Room, none of that. Just Blahblahblahblahblah about whatever suits her fancy until I can surreptitiously tap out an email one letter at a time to a co-worker to rescue me via an "important phone call", or her schedule forces an exit.

OK, so... yesterday in the middle of the Daily Pontification, she starts in on how she's read this study that most office workers only work 4 hours out of an eight hour day. You might think you're at your desk for 8 hours, but due to personal phone calls, websurfing, going to make copies and visiting co-workers along the way, and PEOPLE DROPPING BY YOUR OFFICE TO CHAT (She says without a trace of awareness...) you lose half your day.

Y'all need to come see my desk. I swear to you there's finger grooves in the hardwood where I was clutching it in order to avoid bursting into bitter tears or hysterical laughter, whichever came out first...