It’s BENEFITS RENEWAL DAY at work. WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Going to be presenting and Q&Aing for about an hour today at an all-staff meeting about something that few people care about or understand as much as they should. Excellent. Really, kids, when you enter the adult working world, take the time to know the features of your benefits package. It’s basically an extension of your salary, and you wouldn’t ever NOT know or care how much money you’re making, would you?
Anyway, think I’m going to take an extra few minutes this morning to do my hair. It’s easier to be confident when you know you look good, right?
Too anxious to eat breakfast…
Get your shit together, hospital. What hospital needs all those mirrors and a baby doll.
A hospital for carnival workers. This is the Fun House Ward.
I’m not sure why but I’m very creeped out by that idea.
Thank god he didn’t wander into the clown ward though.
I think we have the makings of a horror movie here.
I’ve offered to make the slide show for the hurling club’s end-of-season banquet. And I’ve been made aware that there may need to be two versions of this slide show: a PG version for early in the evening when kids and families may be present, and an R-rated version for later on when the kids are gone and we’re all plastered.
What kinds of things am I going to be seeing in my inbox over the next few weeks? It’s a terrifying prospect…