Occasionally, someone else has to answer the phone. Once in a blue moon I actually have to move away from the front desk--I have to leave for lunch, or try for the fifth time to show the lady down the hall how to send an email.
Last week I was sent on a Post-It Note mission. My objective was to retrieve a finite number of Post-It Notes, in a specific size and a specific color. Luckily, testing the stickiness of each individual note was not part of this particular mission.
My coworker, we will call her Ogress, the female form of Ogre, was assigned to carry out my duties in my absence.
I slugged out into the snow, boarded my magic carpet and floated over to the building that houses the supplies, acres and acres of ball point pens, legal sized paper, and most importantly, mounds of Post-It Notes.
After my order had been retrieved from the catacombs I spent a half hour eating three pretzels at the student union and then I returned to work.
Ogress was amped. I thought maybe something exciting had happened, like the coffee pot overflowing, or someone getting a paper cut, but little did I know that it was much more prolific. Ogress had found a site on the internet that sold disposable underwear.
These were not some kind of sexy Valentine’s Day treat for the old man panties. These were full fledged thick briefs, something that you would wear once and ditch. The point? Ogress said that they would save space when traveling, because you could throw them away and have more room in your suitcase. Ogress doesn’t travel, and as far as I know the office is the furthest from home she has ever ventured.
She happily admitted that she had been searching for these underoos for years. She is a total germaphobe, and I have a feeling that the disposable underwear will allow her to part with her own germs on a daily basis. She barreled back to her own cube, and I know she ordered a case. Thanks to Fed Ex I guarantee she’ll be wearing them the next time she watches the front desk.
