The Finest China in the Cabinet - The Dish.

I hate to keep harping on the same old stuff that annoys me about my job, but I really need to vent or I will run screaming from this office, never to return.

I have come to the realization that I work with a bunch of goldfish. I was told once that goldfish have such tiny little brains and such small capacity for what we call intellect that to them, swimming around in circles in a one gallon bowl is a completely satisfying life. This is because they completely forget everything about every 3 minutes or so, so they are constantly rediscovering the wonder that is their goldfish bowl.

This describes most of my coworkers perfectly. Take R-. Our office is down the hall from a little snack bar. The snack bar makes coffee and sells bagels and muffins, and sometimes they use the little electric oven they have to make cookies from prepared dough. Sometimes someone even burns a bagel in the toaster oven they have. In the almost two years that I have worked here, I have gotten very accustomed to the smell of burnt toast or baking cookies wafting down the hall. But not R-. Once a week she comes to the front of the office in a complete panic. "Do you smell something burning!? Should I call Campus Police!?" I don't even pay attention to her anymore.

Then there's M-, who acts completely surprised everytime she sits in front of a computer (which is everyday). Specifically, she has to approve the weekly online timecard for our ditzy temp receptionist. Every Friday. And it's a brand new experience (for both of them) every time!

I suppose in a way it would be nice to live life with so much excitement. But I sometimes wonder how these people even manage to find their way to work every day.