I barely saw the light of day, all day. Okay, during my working hours. And the light I didn’t see was anything outside my office, except for the inside of the bathroom. Darn that coffee.
Anywhoo. I got through the “M’s” done on the seventh grade. No, that doesn’t mean 6th grade is done, I started on the 7th grade. It was what was in front of me.
On the door from the hall, I covered the glass with a piece of butcher paper that said “Please go to the main office” in large black letters and locked the door, with another sign over the handle that said “this office is closed today, please go to the main office.”
Now you know people still tried that door, right?
There’s another door, too. On the door from the main office, I put “If it’s not caffeine, not today. Please.” And closed it with the curtains shut.
For some damn reason, people took that to mean I wasn’t there, and they could use my office as a hallway. The wordless snarl usually made them back away slowly, though.
I don’t know how many people actually honored my attempts. But two should get a mention.
I was standing at the files, trying to extricate an “I” that had been stuck into the “H’s” and then had two files stuffed into it (why I prefer to do my own filing, if I possibly can) and the door opened and Lisa tried to sneak behind me. I snarled, she grinned and held up two packages of M&Ms, one plain, one peanut. “The sign says caffeine,” she pointed out, putting them on my desk. “I don’t need anything, I’ll go now.”
Gotta love that lady.
Joann was the other, who magically appeared a can of cold diet caffeine on my desk while I was making a copy of a registration form with no signature.
Don’t get me started on the registration forms with no signatures.