make you work work, make you work. (yeeep, a BEP reference)

sometimes at work things are fun. sometimes things are not..so much. sometimes you get paid to make snowflakes, or deliver flowers, or eat extra dessert. sometimes you have to fold 400 pairs of socks, or get a third degree burn from someone's plate of gnocchi romana (these are all purely hypothetical of course)

today to earn my minimum wage hourly rate i got to:

• call an unending amount of book publishers to get prices to fill in the (approximately) 1 billion cells on my excel sheet.
• speak to people from every state in the continental U.S.
• peruse (read:stalk) various facebook photo albums while i was put on hold
• suffer brain melt from an overdose of generic classical/elevator/easy listening melodies.
• repeatedly stab the rubber band ball to the beat of said melodies.
• listen to bobbi grow increasingly irritated with the computer automated receiver and thereby add a more pronounced (and usually angrier) recitation of 'ISBN'. the computer voice was affectionately named Irene after an hour of conversation. (poor irene couldn't correctly pronounce managerial)

the day was long and monotonous, but there were some (albeit brief) highlights.

• karlie jean brought us treats. two truffles can go a loooong way to boost morale.
• my lunch break (where i consumed some questionable ramen)
• hearing and (respectfully) repeating the multiple accents i encountered
• calling scranton, pennsylvania. before i was able to launch into a full-fledged dundler mifflin/jim fantasy i was jolted back to reality by Janet, a rather surly customer service representative.
• realizing that the majority of the publishers were on the east coast and would no longer answer after 4 p.m.