One day this week, I left my desk to use the bathroom, not realizing I'd have to struggle through crowds and other crap.
As I left my desk, I knocked off a bag and my TV remote, and the batteries exploded out of it.
I said to Claren we'd get it all when we got back, although I don't really like her to get batteries.
But when we returned, a co- worker was crouched down picking it all up for me. She even got down on her knees to hunt for, and find, the battery cover. Then she put the batteries back in and when back to her desk.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2010
(179)
-
▼
May
(18)
- Attention is paid
- Grass is always greener
- Heading Norse
- Disenchanted
- TV week: Not so Gleeful, but Locke gets a real chair
- I don't even mind Jar Jar Binks
- Awake but not alive
- Where is that fountain of youth?
- Oh fine, people do not suck
- Are you sure you want to read this?
- Telling people I don't hear well
- Happy Mothers' Day
- What did you say?
- Flaky vet
- You'll be the coolest ...
- I don't feel so grown-up
- Miles to go
- Am I my sister's keeper? I guess so
-
▼
May
(18)
1 comment:
you big softie...
xo
ejd
Post a Comment