She may be 75, but I do not care; I will crush her.
At work, we are having a pedometer challenge. I am currently sitting comfortably in second place, behind one of our volunteers.
I would be number one still had I not gotten sick and then essentially been immobile for two weeks in India. But I did get sick, and I was stuck in a hotel room for the better part of two weeks. And now, I am 200,000 steps behind the 75-year-old stepping wonder.
"I will crush your spirits like the bones of an elderly woman suffering from osteoporosis," I tell her each time I see her. It's cool to say these kinds of things to her because we both know that, even though she is 49 years older than me, she could easily take me in a knife fight - and I would fight her with knife. I'd need it if I wanted to win.
One of my favourite parts of my job is the interaction I have with coworkers and volunteers. I am in charge of communications, so, in theory, socializing while at work actually falls under my job description.
Other things I have done at work (both on and off the clock):
- Played Hide-and-go-Seek with small children
- Plastic wrapped a vehicle
- Weeded
- Moved furniture
- Baked cookies
- Shoveled snow
- Transported myself from one end of the building to the other by doing walking lunges (multiple times)
- Tied ribbon around plants
- Created memos that read "You smell," and signed them using an electronic copy of my boss's signature
- Playfully threatened the elderly
- Started a fight club (so far, I am the only one in the fight because the first rule of fight club is don't talk about fight club and this kind of makes a membership drive tough)
Soon I will be able to add "made cotton candy" to that list. Yeah... That's right, I'm going to make cotton candy. You should be jealous of me for everything job related except how much I am actually paid.
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