The Plastering Storyteller

I recently had a great experience in my office – not something I say very often, it’s true. I got to work nice and early (so only five minutes late) and somehow managed to walk past the coffee pot right as a new one was made. It was actually hot!

I chit-chatted with my desk-mate for a little while, then immediately abandoned him to talk to Rochelle in sales. She actually spoke to me too! I’ve been trying to strike up a conversation with her for months now, and she’s never been interested before.

(That being said, Rochelle may be the most boring person in the office. She spent the entire ten minutes telling me about the company she hired to install residential plastering at her Dad’s beach house – absolute snooze-fest.)

Around noon, I figured I should probably try and get some work done – after my lunch hour, of course. Dave from accounting ambushed me in the elevators and tried to convince me that we should go out for Japanese, then took me to a Chinese restaurant without even realising they were different.

The food was only okay, but it was worth it to see the waiter’s face when Dave tried to order the sushi.

And then it was back to the office – spreadsheet, spreadsheet, data evaluation, formulas, another spreadsheet… boring, to say the least. Once I’d spent my mandatory fifteen minutes providing value for the company, I trudged back into the kitchen, yawning and trying to crack my back. I had to quickly sidestep into a hallway to avoid Rochelle, afraid she was going to tell me about the best company around Melbourne for plastering and actively make me fall asleep.

Because the gods are cruel, I ran right into my boss’s considerable stomach, making him spill his coffee all over both of us and swearing at me to get off his toes.

So, long story short; guess who got to go home early, with full pay!

At least, I assume that’s what “pack your things and get the hell out of my building!” meant.