By and large, I love my job. I work for a small organization, so everyone there has a lot to do, and we all pretty much focus our own thing and get together once a week to update the others of our progress. It’s the exact opposite of micromanagement–a very efficient way of doing business, if you ask me. And even if you don’t.
There are, however, two women in the office who…well, they don’t annoy…they amuse me, let’s put it that way. They amuse me because they’re so…predictable? No. Chatty? Kinda. Easily excitable? Bingo….
Take last Friday. I’m sitting at my desk, doing what might be called coding or possibly piddling, depending on your point of view, when in walks one of these two gals to tell me about the whole duct tape/Visqueen/FEMA business. And then naturally the other one overhears (like I said, it’s a small office) and joins in the conversation. Next thing I know, they’re dashing out to the hardware store, convinced that terrorists are going to dose their bedrooms with lethal amounts of strep or flu or incephalitis. I chuckled to myself (as I often do), downed some coffee, finished my “work,” and went home to enjoy the last relatively low-key weekend I’ll have for a while, intent on reading, napping, and lollygagging on the couch.
On said couch, however, in the midst of a series of the aforementioned naps, I was awakened by odd gurgling noises coming from the stomach of our oldest and dearest hound. He didn’t look particularly nauseous or anything–well, no more than he usually does–but when I let him out, he went straight for a grassy patch of yard, and chowed down on clover until I very nearly dragged him inside again. This happened again and again until yesterday afternoon, when it finally just stopped.
None of which gave me pause in the least–until I read that others were having the same problem. Which makes me wonder if the boogeymen/terrorists haven’t been even more devious than any of us had feared and begun their next assault on the Great Satan by giving our pets upset stomachs…. Monstrous!
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