Cruel Irony?!

So…I missed a day of blogging yesterday, but let’s make up for it with a few things that fall into the categories:

HILARIOUS things at my work:

1.       The fact that I got a coworker so worked up about whether cheerleading is a sport or not that she got another co-worker to tell me to stop because she was on the phone…hilarious that one I got “in trouble” not the one arguing and the frustration the “cheerleading is a sport” advocate had during the coworker’s phone conversation. We never did agree on the cheerleading thing, but here’s the summary of it: I believe to be a sport competition is required, so cheerleading can fit but not just recreational style cheerleading…co-worker spouted off how many injuries her daughter has received from cheerleading and how she’s never seen a football player lift another one over their heads…I’ll let you know when I make sense how either statement points towards it being a sport; I twisted my ankle weed eating the other day…perhaps I’m the next weed-eater Olympian.

2.       How I try to avoid the counter at work when someone is standing there and another co-worker  is ignoring them. I’ll take the long way around the back of the cubicles to cross by the counter while holding a paper and pretending to be intensely reading it and unaware of them.

3.       How no matter how many people have used the copy machine…it seems to always run out of paper on my watch…

4.       How one employee can answer the phone, talk with the taxpayer for over a half hour and still provide no real information to the individual, put them on hold, ask someone and still not transfer any really useful information to the individual on the other line. (I’ve witnessed over 40 minutes conversations as I set in my cubicle where this employee who has mastered the concept of running in circles)!!

5.       The fact that sometimes I put both my headphones in at my desk but have no music playing…hilarious how many times people will call my name before they’re like “oh didn’t realize he had his headphones in…” Then come over to me. (don’t do this a lot because don’t want bosses to really think I’m blocking out the phone calls or counter)

6.       How someone complains their vacant land is assessed to high and then this conversation occurring:

Me: “Okay sir I’d gladly purchase your 80 acres for what we have it assessed at, just let me go get the money out of the bank.”

Taxpayer: “You crazy! I’d never accept that little for my farmlands and woods!”

Me: “Okay, I’m sorry I thought you said we had it assessed too high, my mistake. You can appeal your land value if you wish, and doing so is quite simple.”

Taxpayer: “I’ll think about it, thanks.”

Me: I hang up laughing, and bummed I didn’t just purchase 80 acres for dirt cheap!