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There are some days when I just really, really love my office.  Like when we all get together and cook a huge potluck lunch during the week before Turkey Day.  Or when the Chief Operating Officer walks from cube to cube updating us all about the scores of basketball games during March Madness.  Or like today, when one email causes the whole organization to degenerate into chaos.  Here’s the scenario…

First thing this morning (well, ok, it was 8:36am, according to the email), one of my coworkers sent out this email:

Subject:  Hugh hugh cockroach–Downstairs Ladies’ Bathroom

Ladies:

If you want to see how beautiful you look then please use the mirror over the sink.  A hugh cockroach is hanging out over the other mirror.

Gentlemen:

Are you brave enough to kill this monster?  I will guard the bathroom for you.

Thanks,

Coworker A

Which she quickly followed up with:

I meant huge, not hugh!

(In case you were wondering, a nice gentleman in our office did slay the dragon so we ladies could preen in safety.)

It seemed as if all the fun was over for the morning.  About 20 minutes later, another coworker (we’ll call her Coworker B) sent out the following email:

Lost your keys?  There is a set of keys on the sink in the bathroom off the kitchen.

It seemed innocent enough, but it was actually the beginning of the end.

Quick-witted Coworker C responded:

They are probably Hugh’s.

At which point I promptly lost my sh*t (figuratively–didn’t want to give the wrong impression considering all the bathroom talk) and ended up in my neighbor’s cube, doubled over with laughter.

Moments later, our COO responded:

I believe they are the keys to Hugh Cockroach’s VW Bug!

Told you he was awesome.

This prompted Coworker D, who actually drives a VW Bug, to respond:

HEY!  I resent that!

At this point, the emails are arriving about 30 minutes apart.  It’s devolved into everyone trying to get in on the act, which makes it infinitely less funny.  But it was awesome while it lasted.  🙂

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Edit:  This post originally named the organization which I now call “that floating classroom which shall remain nameless”, but it kept getting caught in google when people were searching for the real thing.  Since I actually really do want to work with fcwsrn, as it will now be affectionately known, I figured I’d better head that off at the pass.  🙂

So, I’ve always kind of wanted to do that floating classroom which shall remain nameless as a staff member. I’ve been talking about it for years, but this fall, I finally decided to apply. Of course, I decided this in late August or maybe early September, and I haven’t really done anything since then… The biggest stumbling block so far has been writing the cover letter. So, I figured I would write what I really want to say here, and then maybe I’ll be able to write a serious one soon…

Here goes nothin’…

Dear floating classroom which shall remain nameless Peeps,

I think fcwsrn is, like, the coolest thing ever. I’ve wanted to be involved with the program ever since the Road Rules kids went on fcwsrn. That was a long time ago, so as you can see, if I can remember that, I must be pretty mature.

Sure, I’ve never ever travelled abroad. I’ve never even crossed the border into Mexico or Canada. But I’ve wanted to for a very long time. And yeah, it would be awesome to get paid to travel around the world. But that’s not (entirely) why I’m applying. You see, one of my biggest regrets about my undergrad experience is that I never participated in a study abroad program. I was just too entrenched in student organizations and Duke basketball to leave during the academic year, and too poor to not work during the summer. But whenever I work with undergrads, I tell them that they should take advantage of any programs abroad at their institutions.

And, ok, I don’t speak any foreign languages. The truth is, I grew up in a really tiny town full of people with really tiny minds. The prevailing attitude was, “Why learn another language? Everyone should learn to speak English!” I’ll admit, it’s a lot like W’s attitude today, but I swear, I’ve changed! Unfortunately, I think I’m past the point of being able to become really fluent in another language. It seems that my brain is no longer young and open to new vocabulary. And try as I might, years and years of postsecondary education has sapped my ability to sit in a classroom and focus on any subject.

Then there’s the part about how I’m totally bored in my current job, and fcwsrn just seems like a good escape. It’s partly true, but by the time you hire me, I’d be moving on, anyway.

So, please, fcwsrn, ignore all these things. Pay attention to the fact that I really love living and working with college students. They’re infuriating, but fascinating at the same time. Notice how I prize lifelong learning by reading totally random articles in the New York Times every day, and how I constantly seek to improve myself and learn something new. See the fact that I’m a hard worker, energetic, and committed to making the students’ experience unforgettable. Please hire me for a fcwsrn voyage, and please do it soon.

Hopefully your(newest crew member)s,

CandyButtons

PS. Just one more thing I hope you’ll ignore… I’ve never been on a cruise ship, so I have NO IDEA if I’ll get seasick. But I’ll defintely come prepared with patches! 🙂

So, my friend and I have been volunteering for the Recall Nifong–Vote Cheek campaign. Pretty much all we’ve been able to do so far is put up campaign signs around the community. (I say “all” but really, we’ve spent several hours doing it!) Anyway, we routinely drive by all our signs and call each other to say “The ones at Lakewood still look good.” or “The ones by Duke Street are missing.” Yesterday, on my way home from work, I noticed that someone from Nifong’s campaign had put up one of their campaign signs directly in front of one of ours. It was literally 1.5 feet in front of ours. It was so ridiculous and petty. I couldn’t even believe they had done it. When we went out to fix it (we moved our sign), I just had to take pictures and post them here.

Because this is just so indicative of the man himself–petty, ridiculous, and desperate.

 Nifong Sign 1

Nifong Sign 2

Nifong Sign 3

Ok, enough with the false starts. Today is the day I really start blogging. For reals.

So, I’ve read that it takes 21 days to make a new habit stick. Today is the first day that I’m adding two new habits, and hopefully I’ll still be doing them come November 1 (which, coincidentally, is 21 days from now). The first habit is trying to eat 5 servings of fruits and vegetables each day. This is very necessary, as I have easily gone WEEKS without eating a single vegetable. In the summer, I do pretty well because I eat a lot of salads. After the summer is over, though, I don’t do so hot. I end up eating a lot of cereal and Hot Pockets. And I don’t think the peppers and onions in the Chicken Fajita Lean Pocket add up to even one whole serving. Sigh.

The second habit is writing, really writing, every day. Which means a new post here every day, hopefully. This is important because, as of November 1, I will be participating in NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. In other words (ha!), I will write 50,000 words during the month of November. That breaks down to 1,666.67 words per day. Wow. I’m kinda getting nervous about that already. But for the rest of October, I am going to set aside 1 hour per day to write, brainstorm for my NaNoWriMo novel, and read a book on fiction writing (which has writing exercises, so it totally counts). And that means the candybuttons blog will benefit from all that writing time. Once November starts, though, I probably won’t post a lot, though I will at least put excerpts of my novel up here to share.

The Cat is not at all supportive of either of these habits. He knows that there aren’t any real vegetables served at Bojangles, so he will not get any chicken scraps for dinner as long as I am sticking to habit #1. And I don’t know what his problem is with habit #2, but he is sitting on my left arm and squishing it between the keyboard and his belly, so clearly he is not for it.

Anyway, I thought I’d end today’s post with a funny little story about what an idiot I am. Here is what I did at work today…

Last week, I sent out a survey to last summer’s residential staff asking them if they’d like to come back next summer, when they’ll know if they can commit, etc. I also asked them what they wish they’d brought with them, or what they would suggest that new RCs bring with them when they come to campus. Most of them said things like “colored tshirts for Quadfest (a field-day type activity)” or “nice clothes for the last dance” or “things you can make into a random costume” or “DVDs and CDs” or even “one really cool random thing that your group can rally around and form a crazy identity.”

Awesome, I thought. Couldn’t have said it better myself. But then I saw one response that caused me to gasp audibly. Someone actually said that new RCs should bring “Liquor” to campus with them!! This was shocking because a) it’s against our rules to have alcohol on campus, b) they are working with children so that is totally inappropriate, and c) we have had a lot of problems with this in the past.

Well! I huffed. I am so not hiring this person back next year! Let me see who wrote this! I nearly gave the mouse whiplash as I scrolled back to see the offending name—and it was…

…MINE!

I forgot that I had filled out a test survey last week, and apparently, I thought it would be hilarious to put that in there. Turns out, it was more hilarious than I ever could have expected! So I immediately ran around the office and told all my coworkers. I think it makes them all feel good that they are not the biggest idiot in the office. That’d be me.