Bad Days...
Work has been awful today. Meetings running long, many poorly managed and I haven't had a chance to leave my desk. UNTIL, 5 hours into the day when I went over to help a coworker find something in Excel and sat in his chair. As he peered over my shoulder, he said, "You know your sweater is on inside out, right?"
::blink, blink::
"What?" I ask.
Flick! He bats at the tag hanging outside my sweater. "It's inside out."
I couldn't fix the Excel problem and then I had to slink into the bathroom and flip my sweater.
Can I go home yet?
::blink, blink::
"What?" I ask.
Flick! He bats at the tag hanging outside my sweater. "It's inside out."
I couldn't fix the Excel problem and then I had to slink into the bathroom and flip my sweater.
Can I go home yet?