NBD: 2011

So, last Friday, my boss asked me a very important question.

"DeeAura, where do you think I can find a good deal on garden gnomes?"

Inward laughter: commence. Good question, sir...but out loud, I respond,

"Hmm...maybe Hobby Lobby? But I'll look into it and get back to you on that."

This really actually is related to work, even though it sounds like I work in a nut house. I don't....think I do. :)

Then I got to work this morning, and realized it was National Boss Day yesterday. 

My favorite holiday of the year. Literally. Better than Christmas.

Because...in my mind? It includes pranks AND appreciation.

GIANT GRIN.

I had little time and even fewer resources at my disposal. 

aka: 45 minutes. Printer. Marker. Butcher paper. Google.

 Oh, and tape. 

Lots and lots of tape.

I would be remiss if I did not give proper acknowledgement to Michelle, Jordyn, and Karisa for their skills with paper and scissors. Kindergarten did us good today.

Jenny Brooks, your skills were missed.

(Ode to NBD 2010: last year we wrapped everything in his office in butcher paper. from pencils to computer screen, from chair to  books. it was epic. I have pictures. Sadly, this is the only one I have at my disposal...and this was after I naively took a lunch break on said day. Dang Karma...it was HILARIOUS.)

But I digress. 2010: over. Back to 2011. The present day.

I should also thank the shipping guys. ...who usually just creep in on my life from the tops of the cubicle most of the day, and who today told me my office smells like maple. Literally: as they were sniffing the actual cubicle walls. 

I do not smell maple. 

They are on crack.

Not really: but...really...

Anyway, they provided the packing peanuts...which are REALLY fun to spill out over large spaces, btw.

I think his exact words were something like, 

"I'm going to have nightmares all night tonight."

But he laughed. And took pictures.

mission: accomplished.

...and now I'm cleaning up the packing peanuts because my guilt might kill me if I leave it for custodial...

***Ahem. Err...my friend Heather just brought a blunder to my attention. Doh. I admit to thinking I'm a year ahead of where we actually are due to work. We're always working a year ahead. Consequently: I FREQUENTLY write 2012 when it's really 2011, and so on. One time, I even called my bank in a panic, wondering why they hadn't sent me my new debit card that had already expired that month...and in the middle of the phone call, I realized I thought I was a year ahead of where I actually am. Hazards of the occupation. DANG IT.