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Work Lately

The past few months, surprising as it is, I've really been enjoying work. It's for many reasons. One, I was promoted and I'm finally figuring out the groove for my new position. Two, my old department got a ton of new people who I like very much so I've made a lot of new friends. And three, we're just silly all. the. time.
 We were playing with this fine lady over Christmas. As you can see she is very interested in purchasing a Macbook. We then stuck her in our bosses office for when he came back from Christmas. He just laughed when he saw her and spent ten minutes trying to get the lighting right so he could send a picture to his husband.
 I have a desk now in a very cold back room. I found really old candy in one of the drawers and snack on it in the back. And take selfies. 
 I've always wanted to be a lead since I started working at the bookstore. When I was promoted, no one knew about it. So I was so excited to get my blue shirt. Like, really excited. The day I got my shirt was one of the funnest days I've had at work in a long time. I got to hang out with Christopher the whole time, I gave a presentation for the store and they actually laughed at my jokes. I got to have pizza twice. And, I had a pretty awesome comeback. It went down a little like this. 

Annoying 18 year old who drives everyone nuts: What is this music? It's the oldies.
Christopher and I: It's from the 80's, and it's good.
Annoying 18 year old who drives everyone nuts: Well, this is 80's stripper music.
Me: You were probably conceived to this song.
Annoying 18 year old who drives everyone nuts: walks away in silence.
Christopher: That was the best comeback ever. Especially coming from you.

On a side note- I had to make a video showing pictures of all the leads in the store. When I took Christopher's picture, you could see his bald spot. So, we went on iPhoto and used the zit button to blur his bald spot. We couldn't stop laughing when that picture came on the screen because only we and a few others knew. 
 During the first three weeks of the semester, they had me running rental kiosks. Whenever someone rented something, I had to pull a plastic strip off the bags and seal them so they couldn't sneak anything else out. After awhile I decided to make myself a headband. My old lead Ben complimented it, and I asked him if he wanted one as well. (Backstory- Ben trained me my first day at the store and is awesome. He has the best stories. I've worked with him for two and a half years, and this was his last rush.) To my surprise, he said yes. So I made him one. That is why I love Ben and am eternally sad that he no longer works at the store now. It was a fun night.
 We joke that the tech department is Star Trek and that the Stockroom is Star Wars because we are in a sort of war with them. So when I was asked to make a hiring sign for the tech department, this is what I came up with. I make myself laugh.
 I work with my brother in law Michael. Michael has a girlfriend. So when I saw him standing with seven girls, I had to take a picture. I then went over and loudly said, "Hey Mike, I'm going to send this to your girlfriend!" because I could tell that at least three of those girls were hard core flirting with him. I've got his back. I even earned the title of bro when I told him his fly was undone one day. 
Mike also braided my hair at work one day. I was very impressed! 

I've spent the last week at work stuffing envelopes and stickering said envelopes for a sale that we're having for faculty and staff. It's a huge deal. We had to wear gloves while stuffing the envelopes and when stickering, we have to make sure the ... of You're invited... lines up perfectly with the flap of the envelope. It's sort of comical. 
Anyway, I was carrying a big box of envelopes downstairs and was overwhelmed with the smell of brand new slinky. I sniffed the envelopes and they were the source which was pretty exciting. I couldn't help but tell everyone else and have them sniff them as well. 

They thought I was crazy. 

I have fun at work. :)

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