Therapeutic musings mixed with humorous ramblings and sometimes spiritual notations of life as I know it in written form. A diary of my heart inspired by life.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Going A Way Shenanigans
I put the cart before the horse in posting my new job blog before my going away blog. The crew did not let me leave without a farewell send-off. The day started with an email telling me I had a treasure chest of goodies headed my way. Soon Choo Choo's sidekick appeared in my office with a thoroughly duct taped box. Actually there were several thoroughly duct taped boxes nestled inside each other along with a million Styrofoam peanuts and tiny insignificant, yet entertaining tidbits that gave me a peek into the minds of nothing short of genius (well, maybe on some planets it would be considered genius... Planets way the hech out there in LaLa land). The treasures included buy not limited to a 2 cent injector (a syringe with 2 pennies glued on) so I could inject my 2 cents wherever needed. Also a dime-on pin (a cancer awareness pen with a dime gluedf on). Get it? Dime-on pin? Genius, I tell ya, pure genius. We went to lunch where we were joined by some of the field guys and I kid you not when I say... They brought more awesome gifts. How on earth did I merit such generosity? The lunch gift was a waste paper basket labeled "A cowgirls lunch pail). Inside I found a "whine bottle", bubble bath (which was a can of pinto beans), sardines, crackers and... Wait for it, wait for it...Deviled Ham. Genius tell ya. This is just a small part of the shenanigans I've been up against the last few years. You have to "dig deep" in the shenanigans dog pile to out-do these guys. I'm a mere rookie by shenanigans standards... I stand in awestruck wonder at their "present". Choo Choo chose pinto beans for lunch so I told him it looked like I wouldn't be the only one enjoying a "bubble bath". I suggested we film our bubble baths and post them to face... "I'll sing Santa Baby and you can be tootin your own horn (like usual)" He backed away from that challenge in a big hurry. Later in the afternoon I walked into a co-worker's office to hand over more files to her. She looked up from the computer and saw my arm full of folders and said... "GO A WAY". I just smiled and assured her that was what I was planning on doing. At break the girls tried to kill me with death by chocolate. It did not work, I am still alive (my teeth are black, but I'm still breathing). I left the office with my favorite work memory playing in the background over the intercom.... That's right.... SANTA BABY!!! One day I will blog that story. I will have to change the names to protect the tormented, but I will do it. It was a great Go Away Day. Love you guys to the moon and back.... To infinity and beyond.