The New Account: Part 2

Walking into the conference room at precisely 12:04 pm, I was greeted with stares and ogling. The stares were those executives who were not happy that I was strolling in late. The ogling was from my co-workers who were surprised to see me in the room. I could imagine what was going on in their minds: Really? That moron is on the team? Did the janitor turn down the invitation, first?

"Nice of you to join us." One of the executives mockingly told me.

"It's nice to join you!" I responded back. I should probably avoid being a wise-ass.

The New Account: Part 1

The office was buzzing this morning because our company just got a brand new account. We get new accounts all the time, but this one is different. As my boss says, this is a "company-changer." What he means by that is our company is going to reap major benefits from this deal.

My one and only thought when I heard this news was: This better not affect me in any way. In no way, shape, or form did I want any involvement with this new account. I didn't even want to know the name of the company, that's how little involvement I wanted with this new account. I knew how important this was going to be for the company and I couldn't afford to fuck it up, which I know I would do if given the opportunity.

Supposedly, the higher-ups in the company, whose job it is to try and get new accounts, have been actively recruiting this company for a while. By the way it was told to me, it sounded as if an executive heard the name of this company, they would have dropped anything from them. I'd imagine that included dropping to their knees to provide a specific service.

"Out of Service" Part 2

With rare exception, I don't think any of my co-workers left their cubicles for the first five hours of the day. It was like they were at a luncheon and they were waiting for someone to make the first move to get food. No one wanted to be the pooping-pioneer and venture over to the neighboring building. If I had to go, I would have had no problem being the Lewis or Clark for the office.

Instead, I got to watch my co-workers squirm for hours. I knew for a fact that several of my colleagues needed to clear their system, but they were too embarrassed to proceed. Some people even took the trip to the pharmacy to pick up anti-flatulent drugs to fight any impending doom. It's insane that these people went out of their way to pick up drugs, considering that they had to walk passed the very building they were avoiding.

"Out of Service" Part 1

"The toilets aren't working in the building, so you're only allowed to urinate in them today." You would have thought a ghost walked through the office. The shade of white that covered every one's face was like the street after a snow-storm.

The announcement was very telling. After my boss finished with his opening remarks, it was clear by my co-worker's individual reactions that you could tell who were the office-shitters. It wasn't audible, but a collective "FUCK!" filled the room amongst all the males in the office. Some of the ladies tried to play it off like it was no big deal, but their posture told otherwise. Some slouched, some pouted, and some had looks of horror on their faces.

"So what are we going to do?" One of the concerned female co-workers asked my boss. "We're going to have to go to the bathroom at some point. Where do we go to relieve ourselves?"

Back on Track

It took a while, but it seems like the office is running like a fine oiled machine - even with me being the squeaky wheel. Between the Holiday Season, New Years Eve, and Snow Days (Parts 1, 2, and 3) we all haven't been in the office for five days in a row since the second full week in December. A reason why the office is back on track is because all the employees that were on vacation have all returned. For the first time in almost a month, we are working with a full staff.

Cell phone pictures have been the death of me today. Anyone of my co-workers, who traveled anywhere, has taken the time out of their day to show me their trips from start to finish. I've seen way too many unflattering shots of my co-workers lounging on a beach somewhere. Not only are the images of my co-workers in their bathing suits burned into my psyche, but I have had to also endure their stories. My god, does everyone have a story.

The Test: Part 3

Wanting to secure my spot in the finals of Survivor: Cubicle Island, I had to make sure my other competitors (my 3 other co-workers still in the office) would be dropping out of the game. I thought, since this was a competition, why not make someone earn their way to the finals.

"Office challenge." I declared as I walked into the three different cubicles of my three different co-workers. Surprisingly, they were all game.

The four of us met up in the middle of the office, where we could take advantage of the most spacious area in the place. I came prepared with the necessary game tools and four candles.

The Test: Part 2

Hours passed and I kept on with the same routine I do every day. About a 50/50 split of work and rest time. Okay, it was more like 10% work and 90% rest split. To be honest with you, I could have done nothing all day and got away with it - no one was checking up on me.

That fact was a little disconcerting, because if something were to happen to me, chances are no one was making a rescue. For instance, if I came down with a fatal case of Carpel Tunnel Syndrome via excess Internet surfing, someone would find me the next morning in an uncompromising situation. Whomever discovered me would see me on the floor, grasping my wrist, with multiple Internet windows opened (opened to sports, entertainment, and whatever websites I was reading at that moment), multiple computer games (Solitaire, FreeCell, Minesweeper, AND Internet Checkers, and not a single work document along the bottom scroll.