I am insidious.

I have an exciting job.  Kevin (referred to in my head as Kevin the apathetic slimeball) didn't have any work for me today.  I sat at my desk for ten minutes, just long enough to ask him what I could do, get an email in response ("I don't have anything,"), and catching on the to mode of communication, write an email back suggesting that I mosey over to accounting early, then.  He sits right next to me, albeit through a thin mock-wall.  I'm not sure why he chose to use email.  I don't think he's really manager material.

I finished a week's work of filing in a few hours today.  I was resigned to leave early, but Sarah from HR caught me and she and Jim the Accounting Controller are plotting to re-situate me into something that's... a little less ambiguous.  And then I pounced on some checks that needed to be stuffed into envelopes, did the A/P filing, and meanwhile forces cooperated to set up the accounting assistant computer for me, so I could get onto the accounting system database and add another task onto my list of Things to Fill my Eight Hours.  I pull up information about the invoices referenced in credit memos, and print it out.  Then staple it to the credit memo in question, and sort them all by when they need to be processed.

So it seems that I may not long remain the Marketing Assistant, and then I may not much longer suffer Kevin's neglect of my working abilities.  I hate feeling like I'm not earning my wage.  If I'm going to have a lame assistant job, then I'm damn well going to be the best assistant they've ever had. 

Which is working, so far.  Sarah said another (unspecified) manager had "heard about me" and was interested in nabbing me for some other odd jobs.  Yup.  I'll be tracking over three departments across my day.  I'm well on my way to taking over the company.

Forgot!

Also, I had a picnic today by myself, on the lawn strip between the parking lot and the highway. There are some trees there, so I think it counts as a park, albeit on that is only twenty feet wide. I pulled an old towel out from the back of my car, spread it on the grass, removed my socks and shoes, and rolled up my pants. Broke out my mp3 player, water bottle, and sandwich. How else was I to take advantage of the warmest, sunniest day of the year so far?

And:

Your Score: Glamorous Soul

32% Flamboyance, 50% Originality, 52% Deliberateness, 50% Sexiness

[Tasteful Original Deliberate Sexy]



You choose your outfits carefully according to many criteria. You don't like looking cheap, dull or random and you go to great lengths to avoid this. You are successful, too. People admire your taste and sex appeal. Many try to imitate you but not many can recreate your unique style. Sometimes, however, they find you too intimidating to approach. If you don't wear retro style yet, perhaps you should consider it. It would become greatly your sexy, mysterious self.


The opposite style from yours is Fashion Enemy [Flamboyant Conventional Random Prissy].




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