Oh no!
We just got a note reminding us that if we have personal packages shipped here, we have to go get them at the loading dock. I wish the UPS man just came to our specific offices like they have at other jobs.
I still remember when msbelle sent me cookies, back in my very early days where I was afraid to give out my email to internet strangers. My coworker tried to tell me that since they were sent to me at work, they were now property of the university. I think she just wanted to discourage packages being sent to work, but it is so odd!
Jesse, not sure if the thing I just submitted to Good Stuff is a duplicate or not.
I will check and see! Thanks.
My coworker tried to tell me that since they were sent to me at work, they were now property of the university.
Maybe she just wanted the cookies?
Maybe she just wanted the cookies?
Or maybe one of the university's biggest donors is Cookie Monster?
Maybe she just wanted the cookies?
She was a very serious lady, so I don't think she was angling for cookies. It was very weird.
That is super weird.
Luckily, my friend can get and hand off my stuff. Christmas is saved!
This does not bode well for the day, I have had one customer so frustrated she was in tears, and she was just trying to set up a login. Customer who just called in started out with "I hate computers, I don't understand them, they frustrate me and I don't want to use them." I can deal with people who are simply confused. The panicked and the belligerently tech-phobic push my coping abilities.
Plus we're so busy they're bringing in lunch. This is supposed to be the slow season! Why are our developers putting out such upsetting products!
I cannot overemphasize what an ass I am: I ordered stuff online to be sent to my old job! The one with the awkward location!
Dude, I did this after it had been a long time since I'd worked there and moved to another state. (I blamed Apple for not being clear about where they were shipping to until after I'd purchased; I think Amazon's checkout workflow for shipping is much better.)
It is time for my annual complaining about our "Holiday Offering" to our maintenance staff. I hate that it is called an "Offering" because that just seems like the wrong word, with weird religious undertones. How about gift?
Not to mention a certain vibe of alms for the poor. Yes, I recall this conversation. Ugh.
