As soon as sit down at my cubicle Monday morning this is what happens in my head. A guy comes around the corner with a cup of coffee in hand, and leans his left shoulder against the wall. He looks down at me and smacks his lips…
Man at my desk: Hello, Stephanie. What’s happening? We need to talk about your TPS reports.
Me: Yeah. The coversheet. I know, I know. Uh, Bill talked to me about it.
Man at my desk: Yeah. Uh, did you get that memo?
Me: Yeah. I got the memo. And I understand the policy. The problem is, I just forgot this time. And I’ve already taken care of it so it’s not a problem anymore.
Man at my desk: Yeah. It’s just that we’re putting new coversheets on all the TPS reports before now before they go out now. So I’d really appreciate it if you could just remember to do that. from now on. That’d be great.
Then about 10 minutes later some lady walks by and says in an ear-piercing voice:
“Uh-oh! Sounds like somebody’s got a case of the Mundays!”
After that scene has played out (and by this time the computer is started up), I grab my stapler and sit down to work.
