Yesterday, the company I work for sent an email about donations for their Holiday Giving Drive through pledges. During lunch, one of the executives conducted a hard sell to get those pledges from employees going to and from lunch. For one hour and fifteen minutes, I stayed hidden at my desk, waiting to use the bathroom.
Every day for the last three weeks, I have been listening to the new guy struggle with his training. Either his trainer is terrible at delivery, or the new guy is not a good fit. Either way, I want a new desk.
Today is my father’s birthday. He would have been 78 years old.