Look at me, over here, working all hard and such.
That’s the problem with taking a vacation, isn’t it? While one’s off drinking margaritas, silently mocking others (who in return are often silently mocking you in return), petting the kitties, and generally going about my personal business, other people have continued to go to work.
Do you believe that? How the people I work with have carried on without me has altered my perception of just how important I am here at Amalgamated Priapism.
What’s that, you say? They’ve filled their own printer with paper/ink? Someone else has set up their meetings, pinned their little mittens to their jackets?
Honestly, I thought I was a much bigger player.
I keed, I keed. I do so much more than safety-pinning mittens to jackets. There’s the Hairiest Admin Competition come fall, and the Planning Committee for the Planning of Committees, and, um – well, there’s a list here somewhere of all the lovely things I do, and if you’re not careful, I’ll send it to you.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I had 187 unread e-mails when I got in Monday morning, 62 of which I was unable to get to by the end of the day.
Already I'm sorry I came back.
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