Thank goodness for free breakfast at work, or I would die from this hangover.
Thank goodness for free breakfast at work, or I would die from this hangover.
Movie Theater DiaryQuoting Donald Glover
Things happen when I get on the internet tired.
Last night I was trying to research if I could keep a chicken in my house as a pet.
Turns out it's not recommended.
...and the milk's in me.
...
i learned this weekend that one of my cousins kept a duck in her house as a pet. apparently it didn't work out so well.
It's a poo problem, right?
Also, ducks are bastards. So foul-tempered.
Fowl tempered. AHAHAhahah no not really.
...and the milk's in me.
Is this a constant? Or just a special day?
If the former, fuck you so much. If the latter, hey good for you!
"How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home wine-making course and forgot how to drive?"
--Homer
We happened to have bagels this morning. We get them on days of board meetings. Since I never keep track of the board meetings, it's like a special surprise for Nat!If the former, fuck you so much. If the latter, hey good for you!
I worked at one office where they stocked water, soda, and snacks for us. It was a small company making a tidy profit. That's the job where I ended up working 80 hours a week when business boomed and they fed me constantly-- ordered in dinner, ordered in lunch, brought us coffee (steamed milk for me) and treats and anything to keep us at our desks a little bit longer. It stopped being fun, because it was just bribery at that point. I just got depressed. And fat.
...and the milk's in me.
Constant. We always get sent breakfasts, lunches and snacks from different clients who want to grease us up, so to speak (our clients as bigtimers like ABC, E!, Yahoo, Google, and, uhm... BP... etc). Newbies usually gain the "freshman fifteen" because they'd get so excited by all the free food that they eat all the time. I've learned to cut that shit down.
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I also had a friend who worked at an office that had a martini bar that opened every day at four, and on twelve on Fridays. (Very Mad Men.) You'd think it would be a fun, relaxed place to work, right?
No, actually, it was a miserable office full of self-hating angry drunks.
...and the milk's in me.
Really? We have a full bar in our lobby with happy hour, too, but it always seem happy.
Sometimes they give away free drinks. I've seen people drink at their cubicle in the afternoon.
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The hospitals always stock a room with sandwiches, cookies, cereal, sodas, milk, etc. Some hospitals are better then others with the stuff they have. One does breakfast burritos on Wednesday that are very good. We hope we get that hospital sometime during the day.
Oooh, clients and vendors give the best gifts.
At that very-foody job, the clients would take us out all the time. They'd get us passes to Disneyland, tickets to concerts and stand-up shows, etc. For the big-wigs (not me) they'd fly them to Vegas or on golf trips. Sometimes I didn't like the outings because I wasn't interested in the venue and I don't drink (which always figured predominantly into these outings) but the most fun I had at one was when we went to The Magic Castle, which is actually kind of exclusive. Plus, magic tricks! It was totally fun.
...and the milk's in me.
It seems like alcohol and offices are a very volatile mix. Either people can handle it, or they really, really, really can't.
...and the milk's in me.
In the 80's, it was actually okay for fire departments to stock their vending machines with beer. You were allowed one a day.
I'm going to guess that idea wasn't followed too well.
I'm blanking on what you do in your office job, 8. I know it's entertainment, obviously.
...and the milk's in me.
Nice. We get free breakfast on payday (twice a month), and our kitchen (with one of the best views in the world) is always stocked with food and cheap snacks for us to eat. All in all, my employer treats us very, very well.
We're blessed!
Pics?
You all are lucky to have such availability. My supervisor loves our team and she does a lot of sweet things for us, and we do get little surprises now and then, but nothing like free food at our fingertips. Our company doesn't make the big bucks.
"How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home wine-making course and forgot how to drive?"
--Homer
I also can't even conceive of how much money you'd save if you were supplied a breakfast and lunch every or nearly every day. Assuming you exercise/work out to keep the poundage off, it would be a hefty savings.
EDIT: grammar...i has it.
"How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home wine-making course and forgot how to drive?"
--Homer
Yeah, my current job is a non-profit, and we're always just scraping by. The biannual bagels are a big deal.
But I love the work I'm doing right now, and I like the people I work with and for, so I would never go back to a place that provided amenities, but was also soul-sucking.
...and the milk's in me.
Was the former place the one with patients with mental instabilities or is that still your current place?
"How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home wine-making course and forgot how to drive?"
--Homer
Yeah, that's now. We provide supported housing for the mentally ill. It's good work, it's important, and it's challenging without being impossible. A good job.
It doesn't pay much money, but enough to live on, and to buy my tiny fixer-upper house with.
The soul-sucking job was doing foreclosures in California. I worked there off and on for about four years.
...and the milk's in me.
I'll take/post some later. It's a little foggy and hazy right now.
We don't get shit...
Yeah, that Eye Gore...:frustrated:
Hey buddy.
...and the milk's in me.
Okay, I think it might be important to note that we're not talking about people who are depressed, here. Our clients are, by definition, "severely persistently mentally ill." Very, very sick. Not functional in any way that most of us can recognize: they can't drive, or balance a checkbook, or care for a pet. Some of them can't read or carry on a conversation. Our sickest clients are in "residential," which means they don't really live alone, but are looked after by nurses, etc. just like a hospital.
Just got a call from a hospital because they have a psych intake who was so addled they couldn't get any real information on him, but he did mention his name and my company. They called and I said I would see what I could find out.
I didn't recognize his name, so I asked around and someone said, "Yeah, he used to live here in residential treatment. He was discharged 2-3 years ago for drinking."
Okay. I turn to go back to my office to call the hospital and my co-worker mentions, "He married a member of staff."
I stared at her. "What staff?"
"Our staff. Administrative staff."
"A member of our staff married a client?" I couldn't quite process this.
"Yeah, there are pictures. I've seen them."
...
...and the milk's in me.
It was love at first sight.
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