Happy Monday!

Big news people! Big news! The coworker with the endless supply of Costco sized redvine containers moved upstairs and is now only a few cubes away!! Squeeel! Hope your Monday's are equally as lovely!(or Tuesday if you live in Japan :))

picture from here why Dolly you ask? well A. she came up when googling joyful and B. it's Dolly. 'nuff said.

Mad Skills

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to this whole working thing.

Before finding myself sitting in cube land listening in to private phone conversations (seriously stick around past five and you can hear all you’ve never wanted to as your coworkers call doctor to discuss “that, ah, thing….it’s itching again”) I worked at home by myself. After being on both sides of the fence I can firmly and unequivocally say, I have no idea which one is better. You see there are such good and bad things to both. So in an effort to show off my newly learned chart making abilities detail my thoughts, I’m going to break down home vs. office working.




Also just a side note: I'm a rockstar with powerpoint, screen shots, and thinking outside the box. The above graphics prove it and no, I won't tell you how long it took.

Awkward Turtle

You know what I hate? When you get busted at work for doing something you can’t explain. Like say, when you need to practice signing a friends name over and over again. (You know, just say).

Of course as soon as you start your boss will decide it is the perfect time to stand by your elbow and give you directions. Then he’ll look down and catch you obsessively filling a notebook with another person’s name. At this point he’ll probably think you’re a lovelorn fourteen year old practicing how her latest crushes name will blend with hers, which is strange enough, since you know, you’re not fourteen anymore. But then things will get real weird when he realizes that the friend in question is a girl and you’re practicing signing her FULL name. So scratch thinking you’re a lovelorn teenager, he then just thinks you’ve either stolen someone’s identity or have split personalities. Either way it’s just awkward for all involved.

pictures from here. It has nothing to do with awkwardness or turtles, it's just crazy trippy.