Please Refer to the Disaster Manual

Ever have one of those days?

You know them…the kind where you’re just hoping that someone cuts you off in traffic so you have a chance to blow your horn for a good long time at them?

Or the type of day where everything that comes out of everyone’s mouth is the most redundant, ridiculous comment, that it takes all you have not to make a smart ass comment back?

Or those days where you’re just looking to pick a fight?

Yup…its been one of those days for me.

We got a disaster phone today at work.

It’s a bright orange phone.

By the time the tenth person came up to my desk, interrupted my work, and asked me “what’s this orange phone?”, instead of flipping (which I REALLY WANTED TO DO…refer to the "pick a fight" comment) I pulled up a blank word document and printed a sign.

Explains itself, don’t you think? Well I thought so. 

Until the next person comes up to my desk.

“What’s this?” my colleague asks.

I look at them blankly, waiting for them to connect the dots.

“Oh, it’s a phone!" they say, so proud of themselves.

But my colleague is still staring at me....

I'm waiting for it....and then it comes.

"Is it really for disasters?” they ask me.

…… Dead panned. They are dead serious.

…..

No, I just liked the color. I thought that it goes great with the walls and would look pretty on the desk!

Oy! Its been one of those days.

Constant interruptions, stupid questions and tooooooo many people.

Mantra of the day: there is a comfy couch and a ruby red glass of Merlot at the end of this tunnel!


Cheers!