The best thing about being an assistant - an assistant to the big boss, too - is being the gatekeeper of the Christmas offerings. So far, I have pilfered:
- Box of peppermint bark
- Bouquet of flowers
- Basket, Rose's sweetened lime juice and bottle of Sour Apple Pucker schnapps
Yes, it is exactly like Devil Wears Prada, but without the designer bags / products.
Today my boss pretended to stab me with my scissors in a Psycho-esque manner. Then he put them in my coffee cup. Looking confused as he spotted my pen holder right next to it, he asked "Wait... does this not go in there?"
"No," I responded. "That's my coffee."
A few years ago, there was a PSA in Singapore that encouraged looking away from your computer every 45 min and out to some greenery in the distance. It's meant to rest your eyes or some balls. The only window I can see from my desk is behind me and all I can see through that is a wall. Solution:
My daddy bought me a bonzai tree and book on bonzai care for either xmas or my birthday quite some years ago. At the time, I was like whytf would you think a teenaged girl would want this small tree thing over something like say a bottle of tequila? The maid took care of the tree for a while, then she left and it died and the next maid used its little pot to grow some other crap in it.
When my eyes started to ache after two hours of being a working woman, I remembered both the PSA and the bonzai incident. Taking advantage of my papa's fondness for buying me doodads, I requested another bonzai and he obliged. My theory is this: When you look out a window into the distant trees, they seem very small. Perhaps I could just have a very small tree placed closer, to give the illusion of large trees in the distance.
One problem: Small pumpkin has been displaced and now sits sadly on a pile of scripts.
Of course you did.
I'm a real working girl now. With my own desk. And computer. That means that I can blog again! About pointless things! Hoorah!
To celebrate, let's have a nice stolen picture from JustJared.
