How I spent two hours today
Co-worker: I need you to go into the city and pick up a package for me.
Me: Where do I need to go?
Co-worker: [architectural company I forget the name of]. It's on the corner of Courtlandt Street and Church Street.
Me: Okay. *thinks* That location sounds familiar. Have I been there before? No, I probably just scanned in invoices from this company.
What my co-worker didn't say: Hey, Elspeth, I need you to go pick up thirty pounds* worth of architectural plans from a building across the street from Ground Zero. Have fun carrying them back to Brooklyn on the subway while wearing those little strappy sandals with the three inch heels.
By the time I got back to our office, I could barely hold the roll of plans and kept having to stop the last two blocks to set it down on things (after trying several creative ways to carry it. Thank god I have orangutang arms so I could hold the three-and-a-half-foot roll by each end of the tube - after I ripped holes in the slick plastic wrapper in order to get my hands inside). If she'd added a "it's a roll of plans for the building department, so it might be heavy," I would have at least changed into sneakers instead of keeping the heels because they looked more professional for going into a lower Manhattan office building.
*For reference, I weigh about 120 pounds. Very little of it is muscle.
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Me: Where do I need to go?
Co-worker: [architectural company I forget the name of]. It's on the corner of Courtlandt Street and Church Street.
Me: Okay. *thinks* That location sounds familiar. Have I been there before? No, I probably just scanned in invoices from this company.
What my co-worker didn't say: Hey, Elspeth, I need you to go pick up thirty pounds* worth of architectural plans from a building across the street from Ground Zero. Have fun carrying them back to Brooklyn on the subway while wearing those little strappy sandals with the three inch heels.
By the time I got back to our office, I could barely hold the roll of plans and kept having to stop the last two blocks to set it down on things (after trying several creative ways to carry it. Thank god I have orangutang arms so I could hold the three-and-a-half-foot roll by each end of the tube - after I ripped holes in the slick plastic wrapper in order to get my hands inside). If she'd added a "it's a roll of plans for the building department, so it might be heavy," I would have at least changed into sneakers instead of keeping the heels because they looked more professional for going into a lower Manhattan office building.
*For reference, I weigh about 120 pounds. Very little of it is muscle.
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