The Work Environment

I often hear Dire Staits - Money for nothing and the chiks for free - as if it's a reminder of what my last name is.

I never played in any sports in high school, so I never got used to people calling me by my last name.

I often get my chair pushed while I'm trying to work. Lots of people walk through my space. Although I still have a stappler, I'm thinking this post is only added fuel to the fire and I will be moved to the storage area.

I hear weird noises: monkey sounds, the word "FRENCH TOAST!" in a song, I've heard that girls make gun shots noises differently than guys, and the Elmo song that never ends.

Yes, theses are people that work in my neighborhood.

and the Administrative Assistant

I hope you guys and all my blog readers have a good weekend. I know you may think I don't work at home but:

"I've got my country's five hundredth anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, My wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped."