It’s 9:24 on a Tuesday morning, I’m fantastically and cataclysmically tired, and I have already had an excellent day.
Last night while traipsing through open houses eighteen through twenty-two (which shall collectively be known as Davy Jones’ Locker), I discovered that my necklace was missing. Not just any necklace, either – I lost the fancy diamond necklace that I bought myself back in April to distract myself from the natural disaster that is my vagina. I was distraught because the necklace is a favourite, and I traced my steps from suite to suite in vain. The last time I could recall being in possession of the necklace was at work, meaning it had disappeared somewhere between the office and the Locker. It wasn’t in the car, or the building (as far as I could tell), and outside was dark and stormy – I couldn’t see a thing. When we got home, I carefully shook out all my clothes and emptied my bag and checked my boots, but no necklace could be found.
When I got to work this morning, I asked the receptionist if anything had been turned in. Nothing had, and my desk was free of jewellery (but covered in quarters for some reason). I was a sad, sad panda – I really loved that necklace, and it would be expensive to replace.
But then! I had to run an errand in another department, and there! On the table! MY NECKLACE! It must have fallen off at some point yesterday, and someone found it and put it on the table for someone to claim. HOORAY! I squeaked with delight and I may have done a little dance; such was my joy.
That’s not the only reason my day has been excellent, though. In addition to finding my lost jewellery, I:
- Came into work to a company-wide email saying that Angry Guy has reverted back to his original department (one I have very little contact with)
- Was given a nifty gold iPhone case by a co-worker who had a bunch of extras
- The pop machine is out of Diet Coke – but the secret slot still had some cans, so I got my morning fix
- Job Security Through Incompetence: my boss really, really wants me to get certified as provincial trainer, so they are offering to pay 100% of my diploma on the condition that I don’t go anywhere for 18 months
- I got to use “it’s NEVER Lupus” in a conversation yesterday, and I am still amused
If the rest of my Tuesday can be even a little bit as great as the last 2 hours, I will do a dance.
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Yay! There are some good people there to just leave a diamond necklace alone!
That’s not really job security… you’re the only one with the obligation to maintain the employer/employee relationship.
You’ve agreed that you can’t leave for 18 months, but they can still fire you’re
ass / lay you off anytime they want.
I know this – it was more tongue in cheek. I know they’re not saying they won’t fire me, but the fact that they’re willing to do this and want me to stick around shows they’re making an investment in my future here, and that’s pretty cool. I just like my version better.
Man, Daryl, you are SUCH a downer ;)
I don’t really understand people who don’t seem to understand the proper use of they’re/their/there. Pretty sure that’s grounds for not having to even read what they say, ever.
Yay for employers investing in you!