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Friday, June 03, 2005

It's definitely Friday

It's been a short week. It's Friday, and this is only my third day to work this week. I took off Tuesday to help the wife take the rugrats home.

With the morning that I've had, I can definitely tell it is Friday. Last week, my bosses said that we can start working overtime again. With a kid on the way, this is great news. Well, it would be great news if I could get my lazy butt up in the mornings that is. Yesterday, I was able to get up 30 minutes earlier and get in 30 min of OT. Today, I wanted to come in at 6:30 this morning. But did I? No. I got up at 7:30 and got to work at 8 like I always do. As I started to walk out the door this morning, I grabbed my new toy that I MUST have with me everywhere I go.... my iPod. I put on a polo shirt that I thought had a chest pocket. It's the perfect size for the iPod, so I attempted to put it in there. Pocket wasn't there. I was still groggy, so I must have been thinking of another shirt that had a pocket.

Made it to work and walked halfway across the parking lot, then realized that I forgot my security badge in the car. Doh! Had to walk back and get it. And it was raining. I got the badge and walked inside. When I got to my desk, I started going through my morning routine. I logged into my computer with username and password, then hit the spacebar at the next screen to continue the process. While the computer loads [see note], I always take my black cup to the bathroom and wash it with handsoap so that I can get my milk for breakfast.

So I'm in the bathroom washing my cup. I glance up in the mirror to see how groggy I look. I see that I forgot to shave. I also notice a funny pocket shape on the wrong side of my chest. Then I glance down and realize that my shirt is inside out! Then I notice all of the seams pointing outward and the tags hanging out in the back. I'm such an idiot. At least I was wearing the shirt with the pocket, like I thought earlier. I should have investigated it more before blaming it on the grogginess. There wasn't anybody in the bathroom, thankfully. So I stripped down and flipped the shirt back to normal, and pretended that everything was fine.

Thank goodness the weekend is tomorrow!

[note: Here's a computer tip. I use roughly 6 programs at work on a daily basis. To help speed up the loading process, I created shortcuts for all 6 programs, and put them in the startup folder. So when I get back to my desk after washing my cup, all of my programs are loaded up and ready for me without me having to do a thing. The startup folder is in the Start Menu under Programs]

3 Comments:

At 10:54 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

I actually let out an audible snort-laugh at that.

Your whole morning like a scene out of a sitcom you'd watch and say "Oh, all that stuff wouldn't happen at once".

 
At 10:59 AM, Blogger Jason said...

I forgot another funny detail. As I turned around to go back and get my badge, a lady was walking behind me and said, "I was about to say!" I said, "I forgot my badge."

I realized later that she probably noticed the shirt, and thought I was going back to my car to flip it out. hahaha

 
At 2:13 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now you have something in common with another Census Bureau worker that had a collared shirt inside out! I won't mention his name or compare you to him what so ever though. hehehehe.

 

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