In case you haven’t noticed, we never have any fun around here while we’re working. Bahahahah.
But today apparently, we actually celebrate and practice the concept with the designation of “International Have Fun at Work Day” on April 1. Weird. That we have to make a day for that.
There’s a line in my favorite show, “if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life.” And I’m a true believer. Laura and I were up until 9 p.m. last night “working” away on the paper until we realized it would be an early morning and we should probably get some sleep.
Today it will be all hands on deck to print and crease and label and do dots. We hate dots. Dots are not fun. Dots go on the mail copies to satisfy the U.S. Postal Service and keep the paper from getting stuck in their machines. But we still have a lot of fun doing the dots. Each one of us has our own little system for dots if we’re the one who draws short straw, but honestly the fastest person we have on dots is Jo. That girl finesses the dot contraption like no other.
Me, I hate dots so if I get stuck doing dots you can straight forget about Have Fun at Work Day and you all are getting scotch tape.
Yesterday I was having fun at work in spite of the non-designated nature of the day. I was writing stories at my south facing window and I was also playing with the bunnies. These ladies in the bunny forums on Facebook are crazy and they say you have to handle the baby bunnies every day starting when they’re born. So they like you when they get bigger and they’ve grown out all this fiber for your sweaters and you have to groom them. (Read that as pluck out all their hair).
So of course, I had to force myself to get a couple of bunnies out of their cubby to hold on my lap. And let run across the keyboard. Yesterday they were 11 days old and their eyes were open and instead of curling up in a pile of eight furballs, a couple of the bigger ones actually were hopping around.
I feel like if everyone had baby bunnies, we probably wouldn’t need International Have Fun at Work Day.
Speaking of which, I’ve gotta get to chorin’ so while I go check the little fur balls, you stay right here and I’ll be…
…Keeping you Posted.
Rach
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