Well, sort of. That is, if you consider my office ‘Corporate America.’
Olga was very upset that I had I left her at home (alone) to go to work on Wednesday and Thursday. So, by Friday morning (suffering from a serious case of cabin fever) she politely asked if she could come to the office with me. I tried to warn her how boring the day would be, stuck in a cubical, marketing and rating insurance all day, but she didn’t believe me. Off to work we went.
The ‘Take A Traveling Bra To Work Day’ went a little something like this:
Olga, so excited to be out of the house, decided to immerse herself immediately. She settled right into the comfy leather chair prepared to do a hard day’s work.
Then she tried rating some insurance. (BTW: Olga is one hellova fast typist).
But, when Olga realized just how tedious entering the same information into twelve million different companies, she quickly lost interest. (Can you blame her? I think not.)
I must not have been paying attention, because Olga managed to wander off. When I found her, she was entertained by making photocopies of herself. Good times.
Around 11am, we went outside for a smoke break. But it was a little rainy, so I let her have my umbrella. I don’t want her catching a cold.
During the afternoon, I became engrossed with fielding one too many phone calls. That’s when Olga wandered off again. And this time, she scored.
I later came to find out…during her 2nd disappearing act; Olga had gone ‘office hopping’ (as opposed to ‘bar hopping’).
First, she stopped by a fellow co-worker in the marketing department and sipped on some Whiskey. I mean it was FRIDAY. After acquiring a nice buzz, she headed down the hallway to hang with one of the bosses, where she did some shots…of Sambuca.
Unfortunately, I think Olga might have had one too many, or maybe it was the bad combination of Whiskey & Buca because when I finally found her, she wasn’t feeling too well. Poor thing. If it was any consolation, I told her that my office makes me sick too. I made her some coffee to help sober her up and get the nasty taste out of her mouth.
On the drive home, while doing battle with traffic on the NJTPK, Olga confessed her total distain for the office environment. I agreed. Wholeheartedly.
Olga will be resting up for the next few days. I need her in tip top shape for New Years Eve.
I have also taken a solemn vow, only to serve her Top-Shelf alcohol at our party, in order to prevent any future hangovers.
* I think it will be a long time before Olga feels the desire to visit another office. *
