Farewell

It’s late, but better than never.

The last few days with the Quad were entertaining as usual. My second to last day Bridezilla had an interesting morning. She woke up and really, really wanted a bagel (I’ve done that) but there weren’t any so she was going to stop and pick one up on her way to work. Great plan if she didn’t run into an issue with her cat. Her cat, Teddy, was crying, but Bridezilla had no idea where the cat was. She searched and searched the house only to find it locked in the her office. And after being locked in the office all night precious little Teddy pooped on the floor. Let’s just say that Bridezilla didn’t get to stop and get her bagel. To make her morning that much better she got locked out of her computer when she got to work because she typed in her password incorrectly too many times. Oops!

Who decided that 96.5 percent of the sales price was a good amount for a loan? That’s the most common loan price I’ve come across when typing in purchase agreements… but why the .5?

Monday, the day before my last day, my boss was leaving early and made the announcement that she’d be taking Tuesday off. She thanked me for my work and left. Bridezilla and Trucky were furious – my boss was going to take all of us out to lunch and pay for it… now there was no one to pay the bill. Preggers found out in the afternoon and was very upset. Preggers baby needs her food!

On Tuesday we did go out to lunch. We went to Olive Garden and the Quad took full advantage of the unlimited bread sticks – as did I. Amazing!

As much as I disliked the work that I did all summer and how bored I was every day I still get sad leaving places – I’m not good when things end. I left the Quad that day and they begged me to stay or at least come back when I was home – they even tried to get me set up on a remote computer in Boston to do the work that I’d been doing (if only that was possible…).

It was a good summer. The most money I’ve ever made at one job. But, I will miss the good old Quad and their stories. Hopefully at my next job I’ll have another group of people that I can listen to… and continue the blog. But for now, I’ve left the secured floor and wont ever again listen to the Quad from my corner… Although I accidentally kept my key card, oops!

Don’t steal a pregnant woman’s ice cream

The day of the potluck someone brought in ice cream bars and Preggers and Trucky put their names on a bar each and put them in the freezer for a later date. Yesterday Trucky went to eat hers while Preggers had left early for a doctor’s appointment. Trucky’s and Preggers’ were both gone. Today, the were still both upset about the lack of ice cream in their diets (Trucky brought in a box of ice cream sandwiches to share with the Quad and I today).

Their reactions reminded me of the episode of friends where Ross puts a sandwich in the fridge (the sandwich with the “moist maker”) and he goes to eat it and it was gone – he later found out that his boss ate the sandwich, couldn’t finish it and threw the rest away. Ross was fuming, yelled and was put on sabbatical.

I told the Quad they reminded me of Ross. They laughed.

Preggers got back from lunch, reached down her shirt and people questioned her. She said “I think I’ve got cracker crumbs.”

Every three months or so the full time employees have to meet with our boss and discuss goals, etc. The Quad struggles to fill out this form because not much changes in their job from month to month… Data entry stays the same. It was entertaining listening to all of them share their answers to the questions. Apparently this month’s form is different from the last one – they were upset because they couldn’t just copy and paste their answers.

Bridezilla was given a check from the courier. The check was from someone she didn’t know for $25 dollars. It was business related and the last time the name on the check was entered into our computer system was 1995. It’s a mystery.

The abstractor that threw condiments at me came up to me today and handed me a stack of papers – a file missing it’s folder – and said where’d it go. I had no idea. This sent Preggers on a wild goose chase while I was left to guard her ice cream sandwich from the same abstractor – apparently he has been known to lick snacks if someone leaves it unattended.

Good news, though, the file was found. I forgot to put a TI number on it. Oops.

At Preggers’ doctor’s appointment yesterday she got new pictures of her baby. She still thinks she looks creepy – as do I. Apparently the baby is stepping directly on her bladder.

The printer continues to act up. My computer sounds like an airplane. Preggers decided for my going away lunch we’re going to Olive Garden (yay!).

Severe Weather

Some of the abstractors have started a swear jar. Everytime they swear they have to put in a quarter. Well, the abstractor that threw a condiment at me doesn’t want to participate (from the sounds of it, he has the biggest potty mouth). His reason “Me not improving my swearing makes me automatically not allowed to work phones.” – good thinking (working phones is when people take random shifts at the front desk when the secretary is out or at lunch).

 

I went to the break room today to buy some chips to eat in my sandwich (don’t judge until you try it – I put sunchps in my turkey samie and it’s delicious). Well I needed to press C3… well I pressed E3 (they were no where near each other on the key pad). I ended up with a Twix (on of my top three favorite candies) so it wasn’t a bad thing, but I had to buy chips anyway. Well I ate my samie and moved on to my surprise treat. I opened it… it was melted. I was sad, but I would eat it anyway… Yeah, no. I took a bite. I think that Twix has been in the vending machine since the day the vending machine was put in our break room. Ew. Advice – don’t eat old Twix.

 

Printer update: It still sucks and choses random things not to print. wtf.

 

There was severe weather. I hate storms. I freaked out. I made everyone come to my computer and and look at the radar. The result of my freak out made the company go to the basement – then the basement flooded and we stayed on the first floor until it was cleared. That was the most I’ve talked consecutively since I began working here. I didn’t want them to see that side of me.

Apparently last time they had to go to the basement some guy walked in not wearing any pants.

 

A tornado ended up going through Minneapolis.

 

Tuesday:

 

We had a pot luck on a stick in honor of the Minnesota State Fair. Each person was supposed to bring in a food item on a stick. Not many followed that rule. I brough chunks of pineapple on toothpicks – as did numerous people. It was fun. The Quad even asked me to sit with them over at their desks to eat lunch. They even asked me questions about my life – look at me, the little social butterfly (ew) right before it’s time for me to move on.

 

I email my boss on Monday after she left telling her that the 25th would be my last day because I had to leave the 26th to drive East – moving my sister into school and moving myself into my Boston apartment! She replied with thanking me for my work this summer and explaining that I was a great asset to our team.

 

A little later the monthly awards were handed out. The “Take a Bow” awards are presented to people in the production part of our company. You are nominated by coworkers and approved by the manager. I was nominated by Trucky for coming in and not knowing much, learning quickly, working hard and fast and making few mistakes. I got a certificate and a $5 gift card to Target. I was also asked to stay – but I can’t. Then I was asked to come and work all next summer and if I’m around here at all to come in and help out.

 

It’s crazy how much I appreciated just those little things that people did/said. Advice to any boss – make sure you do little things like that for employees. It makes a difference!

 

The Quad began discussing why people steal other people’s identities. Bridezilla concluded that the people who steal identities and credit card numbers must be smart to get past all the firewalls. So if they are smart why don’t they get a real job and get paid for their brillance instead of stealing. – Makes sense. Good question.

 

One of the abstractors referred to another abstractor as a “spolied little shit.” I wish I knew the context of the conversation.

 

Preggers went to the supply cupboard and picked out a new marker and a rubber finger. Upon her return she said, “I don’t like when my new rubbers are stiff.” She laughed. She was VERY excited about her new marker. Everytime she used it she’d make a comment about it.

 

The big news of Tuesday was Brett Favre coming to the Minnesota Vikings. Well… it was the talk about the office. People would yell from their offices or cubicles to inform of any Favre updates. This spurred conversation between abstractors and the Quad. Preggers said she’s rather have Michael Vick than Favre and abstractor was stunned and yelled ”Shut your mouth!” As with most people, the Quad and the rest of the secured floor are unsure about Favre joining the Queens… Little faith do many Minn fans have with their football team – they are just hoping he’ll help them win some games.

 

An email went out yesterday about health care plan changes. People made comments and some were upset – reminded me of the episode of The Office from season one.

The start of my last full week

I was so excited that after lunch we had an empty bin – that means nothing really to do (there are things to do, but not as timely). Until my boss (who has been gone for 1.5 weeks) came up to me and had me open 37 REO Prelim files. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Title Companies – 37 is a lot to open in three hours. Too bad. Plus, I got a paper cut. Ouch.

It was Preggers’ son’s third birthday over the weekend and they threw him a party. Preggers’ father was in charge of getting a cake. He pre-ordered a Sponge Bob cake from Dairy Queen and went to pick it up on Sunday morning… only to find out that the person who took the order at DQ didn’t tell anyone else about the order and the cake was never made. Papa Preggers was fuming. He proceeded to yell at the DQ worker and in the end he got a free sheet cake with SpongeBob on it. 

Little Preggers recieved numerous gifts for his birthday includding two Transformers toys – Bumblebee. So today Preggers went and exchanged the toy for a different character. She brought it back and proceeded to show us all the noises it made. Scared the crap out of me the first time she did it, I had no idea anyone was here.

Trucky and her hubby purchased Wii Fit over the weekend. She’s still sore.

Trucky was in charge of trying to unjam a stapler today – little do they know at my internship last year I was the expert stapler unjammer… I kept it a secret. Ha.

Bridezilla wasn’t here today… No idea why. I realized that it’s the most entertaining when Preggers and Bridezilla are around – they have the best anecdotes.

It’s my last full week of work – I think I’m going to miss the Quad…

Overrated

For lunch the Quad got “crack wings” – that’s not their real name but they call them “crack wings” because “they are so addicting, just like crack.” I decided to join in and order them too.

Way overrated. Everything from that place has the same seasoning piled on – way too much of it. And they don’t have boneless wings. The first couple bites of it were really good, but after that the seasoning was just too much.

Before ordering the crack wings Preggers and Docky were looking at the menu and Docky started laughing when she saw that there were collard greens. Preggers had no idea what they were and Docky explained them to her – Preggers got very grossed out. It reminded me of the episode of The Office when Michael talks about collard greens – if you don’t know what I’m talking about watch it. The Office is amazing.

Apparently Preggers has been without a microwave since April. I don’t know how she does it, especially with a 3 year old boy.

We all were getting a little antsy and started looking at puppies online. I didn’t want them to know that side of me (my obsession with puppies and dogs)… but they saw it. I don’t think they judged me too much…

The lack of extended release adderall is really taking a toll on my productivity today. I think people are wondering why I keep getting up, walking around and actually speaking… Little do they know haha.

I tried watching the PGA on my computer… It really slowed it down. Darn.

Bathroom update: So the sign that says “Wash hands before returning to work” is still hanging in the bathroom. Bridezilla was in the bathroom and someone flushed and left – without even turning on the sink. Bridezilla came back, told the story and said “Didn’t they read the sign!” Then the Quad was saying maybe she was doing something else – but Bridezilla said she flushed, so clearly she used the restroom. They were pondering who it could be and Docky asked, “Well… did you see her shoes?!” Good thinking… but Bridezilla didn’t.

I wonder if the phantom pooper is also the one who doesn’t wash their hands.

Preggers went to buy a Dr. Pepper but accidently bought a Diet Dr. Pepper. She was very upset and said she doesn’t like any Diet pop. So she tried to get people to buy it off of her because she didn’t want to waste the 50 cents. I almost handed her the money. People were trying to convince her that it tasted the same so finally she tried it – she made a face and called her friend down the hall who had also just bought a Dr. Pepper – they traded.

Boats make busy days

This week was a busy one here on the secured floor. Busy with funny comments, birthdays and boat rides.

On Tuesday it was our company’s annual party – this year it was a chartered boat around Lake Minnetonka. All of the offices went and naturally it was a booze cruise. We arrived at the docks and already the Quad was getting drinks (Docky didn’t attend and Preggers naturally didn’t drink). The boat ride included guessing how many of this item is in this jar – including crayons, napkins, tongue compressors and nails – each with a corresponding gift certificate. Needless to say, I didn’t win. There were also drawings of gift cards and money prizes. Both Preggers and Bridezilla one a 50 dollar cash prize.

On the boat many people consumed beverages causing them to show each other tattoos, announce the games incorrectly and talk very loudly. After typing in people’s names for the past three months I finally got to put names to faces – drunk faces. I found out that the Quad (except Docky because she is also new) is very cliquey – so it’s not just me being excluded, everyone is. They’ve just worked together for a long time. I was talking to one gal and she explained that they used to whisper when she worked with them because they thought she was listening and was going to report back to “upstairs” (the bosses) about what they were saying. Ha that’s funny, they don’t really whisper much around me.

Like I said it was a company boat party. This means many of my mom’s past coworkers were on the boat, including Mr. Founder himself. I got on the boat and chatted with several of her old coworkers and got a hug from Mr. Founder. Some people who are newer and haven’t come in contact with Mama T (like the Quad) watched me talk to all of these people, I’m sure they wondered why the CPC Summer Temp was so “popular.” Then I put on a nametag and more people recognized me, oh uncommon last names.

Since we left the office at 12 on Tuesday it put us behind for the rest of the week – it’s always fun to play catch up.

Printer update: Well we are still having the lovely printer issues and on Tuesday before we got on the boat we got to play a printing game with the IT person. We took turns printing random files to see which ones didn’t come out. Then we all had to time it and press print at the same time to see if requests were getting backlogged. Naturally, when someone is here to try and fix it everything works. Since then we have only had problems with a couple files – not like before, even though nothing has been fixed.

Invitation update: Bridezilla went to Kinko’s to print off the directions list for her invites and came across poor customer service. They said the invites would be done the next morning by 10 am or so. She went and apparently it said in the computer that they would be done the next day. She left, upset, and waiting for the following day. The next morning she tried calling multiple times, but no answer, so she went. Again, they weren’t done. So they said they would do it then and it would be done in an hour. She went grocery shopping and came back only to find that it would be at least another 20 minutes. She left and came back and they were done, but the wrong size. So now Bridezilla has to individually trim all of her invites, but luckily Kinko’s gave her the project for free.

We use a lot of paper clips. Yesterday I ran out and there weren’t any in the supply cupboard so I asked where I get more. Trucky said, “ugh, that’s my job” and she wandered back to grab a 12 x 8 box filled more than half way with loose paper clips. She filled all of our containers and went to put the box away. Apparently she struggled a little bit because she came back and said “I dropped it.” We laughed. She had dropped the entire box of 1000s of paper clips upside down in the hallway because she tripped. All of them fell out of the box and she had to pick them all up. It was outside of someone’s office, so luckily she had a helping hand.

We also use a lot of labels. Actually, if we don’t have paper clips or labels we can’t really do our job. So today when I went to print a set of labels to make my files and the printer was empty I went to the usual spot to refill it – none. I asked and Bridezilla looked in the other spots where we hid the box of labels – none. We were pondering how we could get by today without labels until Trucky gets back on Monday to order more. Print them out on regular paper and tape/glue the cut out label on the file? Write the file number on and add the label later? This should be interesting.

Everyday on my way to and from work Erin and I see a mini cooper. Sometimes more than one. Usually the same guy, a blue cooper with the license plate that ends in 142. Even when we take a different route home from work (like leaving the boat) we see a mini cooper, guaranteed. It’s crazy.

The PGA is being held this week at Hazeltine. Many routes cross over my route to and from work – this is causing excess traffic. On Monday Trucky didn’t come to work because she went to a practice round. She didn’t understand why people were getting upset with her while she was talking when the golfers were lining up their shots. She said “It wasn’t like they were hitting it!” Golf is very mental, I don’t think Trucky understands that.

We got cake again on Thursday because it was the condiment abstractor’s birthday. This time it was from Culver’s instead of Dairy Queen. Everyone walked around saying “You got Culverized.”

I entered a name into a purchase agreement this week. The woman’s name was Sandy Heirs – Sandy “Hairs” – that’s just cruel.

Inapropro Convos

Well, Trucky is gone today and will be gone again on Friday.

Preggers dropped her cell phone and it broke into numerous pieces over the weekend. She was waiting for her dad to bring her an old Verizon phone when after a day of not working it started to ring. She tried to answer it, but was unsuccessful. It kept ringing but she couldn’t read who the call was coming from. Finally, after many attempts of trying to answer the phone she got a voicemail. In her story the influx of her voice was the most entertaining part. “How the HELL am I supposed to check my voicemail when my phone doesn’t WORK!”

I don’t think she knows she can call it from another phone. Anyway, she continued on her day going to a family friend’s son’s birthday party when a relative came up to her and got mad at her for not answering her phone. She explained the situation. Apparently her sister (or a relative similar)’s water broke at Sam’s Club.

Several managers were running around this morning saying a “pouch” was missing. This pouch sounds very important and it’s not good that it wasn’t delivered on Friday morning. I have no idea what this pouch was, what it contains or why it went missing, but the only thing I could think of was a marsupial. I would only be so lucky to have some Australian native running around the secured floor.

Pregger’s baby is starting to move around – she compared it to when your stomach drops when you are on a roller coaster.

Pregger’s three year old son got slammed in the door by his father. She said he was legit stuck in the door, when his father opened the door he fell to the ground and cried – soon after a large, purple/blue bump grew on his head.

The same managers that are looking for the too-bad-it’s-not-a-marsupial-pouch pouch have the same color clothing on – black bottoms and a light blue shirt: one male, two females. They walked around saying they were triplets. How cute.

Bridezilla is picking out her shoes for her wedding in the next couple of days – she’s getting hot pink! Her wedding is in exactly two months from today.

Preggers and Bridezilla started talking about her bachelorette party. Bridezilla doesn’t want to get so drunk that she loses control, Preggers said that’s guaranteed to happen.

“It all depends on how many blow jobs people wanna buy you!” I feel as if Preggers is a little instigator because she can’t participate in the pre-wedding fun. Bridezilla gets embarrassed easily and turns bright red (sounds like me) and her sister and other bridesmaids have something planned for her. Preggers is convinced it will be carrying around a dildo.

Good thing we work on a secured floor so no customers can overhear the conversation about blowjobs and dildos.

Then Bridezilla went to lunch and Docky and Preggers started talking about Docky’s future travel plans. Amsterdam is on top of her list – the red light district and coffee shops. Preggers loved the talk of pot and told Docky to not try and bring any materials back.

The company’s annual boat trip is tomorrow. This should be entertaining. One of the managers went around telling us we’re allowed to wear shorts on the boat – Preggers said some people wear tube tops, etc. I said really? (surprised that at a work function someone would dress THAT casually) She responded with a “Right, I know!” and scoffed.

Wonder who the sluttiest employee will be… It’s a game the Quad plays every year.

Rat Fink

Good news, Bridezilla received the rest of her missing invitations yesterday in the mail. In other wedding updates she printed out her ideal song list for her wedding while she was on the non-secure floor. Docky picked up the song list and started reading some of them off – the typical wedding songs and then she started laughing.

“What’s ‘Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy’?”

Trucky cleared up the confusion by saying it was a song and that it was one of her favorites.

“That’s kind of raunchy!” was Docky’s response. She had never heard of it and she claims it’s because it is country music.

I overheard one of the abstractors (the one who didn’t know horrendous was a negative word) say to another abstractor (the condiment guy) “You rat fink!” I’m not quite sure what that is.

One of the women that works on the secured floor brought a box of baby girl clothes for Preggers. She spent most of the morning ooing and awing over the garments.

Later on in the day Preggers got a phone call from a guy who started freaking out on her. He didn’t understand that more than one person in the state of Minnesota might have a name like Michael Johnson – I mean I’ve never heard that name before I see where he’s coming from (HA). All this guy needed to do was sign a form saying that the history that was pulled on him was incorrect and they had the wrong person. This upset him. If he doesn’t sign the form he doesn’t get his title work (or something to this extent – I’m not up on my Title jargon). The phone call lasted nearly 10 minutes with Preggers trying to explain that not only does he just need to sign that form, but he has contacted the wrong part of the company and she would transfer him – this didn’t go over well.

Docky and I had a long conversation about her documentary today. It sounds awesome. She asked me for my personal email address so we can keep in touch after I leave – I guess she’s out Sept. 25 to promote her Doc.

So much baby talk

We got cake today. Ice cream cake from Dairy Queen with reeses peanut butter cups on top. Rather delicious. It is one of the abstractor’s birthday’s tomorrow but she’s taking the day off so we celebrated today. On her day off she’s going to Mall of America and the Vikings training camp. Although I’m a sports fan and attending a training camp would be exciting, but I wouldn’t want to see the Vikings.

Trucky found her stool that has been missing for who knows how long. She found it in an office that someone was moving out of. I guess it’s been in there since a woman named Phyllis left and moved to Texas. The conversation that came out of the beloved stool was about this old lady named Phyllis.

The abstractor that threw the condiment packet at me was talking to Bridezilla about Phyllis’ chair. He said that Phyllis died in that chair. The gullible self that I am I believed it. She didn’t die in the chair, but she was close to it. Apparently when Phyllis left she tried to take the chair with her but her son wouldn’t let her because shipping the chair would be too expensive. They shared little anecdotes of the senile old woman before she passed – seemed a little disrespectful, but with this crowd that doesn’t exist. I’m sure Phyllis was just like them and would be happy that they are sharing in her memory over her love for an armed desk chair on wheels (it is, though, so much better than mine).

Bridezilla didn’t get her invites yesterday. She’s calling again.

One abstractor wanted all of us to sing the theme song to Rocky for the abstractor that hit me with mayo because he’s “such a champ.” I think it’s because he’s actually been doing work these past couple of days – or more than usual.

Preggers shared with us her day at the doctor’s yesterday (just what I like to hear – stories about the cervix, ew). While looking at her new baby girl on the ultrasound she told her doctor it looked like an alien. This is her second child. Her doctor reassured her that that is what all babies look like at five months. Preggers’ husband decided that she got to pick the name of the baby – originally he was against giving her sole responsibility of naming their second child, but he gave in. I think it’s because he knew how badly she wanted a girl. She is naming her baby Isabella and her hubby was ecstatic to find out that it’s a family name of his. He told her he was going to call her Izzie. Preggers said that wasn’t allowed she can only be referred to as Bella or Isabella.

From a person with many nicknames I guarantee she’ll be called Izzie more than one time in her life.

She also found out that she’ll have to go in more frequently (every two weeks) to get ultrasounds – that means more cervix stories for me (I kindly left out the details in this post, mainly because I don’t want to relive that again.) But the one funny part that must be included was while Preggers was explaining what must be done at this visits, Bridezilla said “Instead of all that can’t they just shove their hand up there?!”

Preggers response was a long, drawn out version of her name and the Quad stared at her like “If it’s that simple why did they come up with all of the technology to keep track of a baby’s health” Bridezilla laughed with a tone like  “and that’s why I’m not having children for awhile.”

Bridezilla got a phone call today from her fiancé. But it wasn’t the first call with this subject. He called her to find out where the whistles were hidden in Mario Kart 3. This is the same fiancé that was so excited to have a sleepover at his friend’s house to play World of Warcraft because it had been so long. He asked Bridezilla to look it up online, but she could recall the locations from memory. She said she had to go, but he wanted more details on the locations and she semi-hung up on him. She then turned to the Quad and said how she told him where they were last night.

For a serious gamer he seems to cheat a little bit.

Lastly, it bothers me that units for addresses are numbers or letters – for example unit #2, that’s fine. But when it’s unit #c I feel like that’s weird. C is not a number… I don’t know how else the unit namers are supposed to punctuate the address but they should think of a new way. haha.

You never know who’s listening…

Mama T has always had one piece of advice that I never really cared to listen to. She’d say it a lot when we’d go to my brother’s sporting events and I’d critique the players on his team. Her advice was to not talk so loud or be careful what you say because you never know who is around. In this case it meant the player’s parents.

It’s different on the secured floor. I’m the one that’s listening and I’m the one that knows that soccer or hockey player on my brother’s team. Usually the Quad is referencing someone that I had met through my mom and they are talking about something he or she did that upset them. This time though it was a little different, and a much more significant person in terms of their employment.

It was the founder of the company. Like I said yesterday my family has a history with this company – because of the founder. It was funny to hear what they had to say and their assumptions of this “businessman.”

It started because they were talking about the company boat trip we’re going on, on Tuesday. Of course Mr. Boss himself is expected to be in attendance. The Quad wants him to pay for their drinks and give them a tour of his house – which is located on the lake we will be boating on. The conversation drifted to his unique choice of art (naturally an analysis of art rose out of this talk and as an almost art major it was humorous to hear their discussion – especially because they don’t enjoy modern art and for me that’s tied at number one).

Well, they didn’t expect such a business professional to enjoy such strange artistic styles. They view him as a stern, serious, money-maker. I pointed out that he’s into more “modern” styles of art – Docky shot me down and said it wasn’t modern. I held back from saying anything more, I was always told never to correct my elders and I’m a summer temp, I have no right. Plus, I wouldn’t have gotten to hear their opinions of Mr. Boss as the conversation progressed.

As I said, their image of Mr. Boss is the complete opposite of who he actually is. I don’t know him extremely well, but I know him well enough that although he is a successful business man, he’s not that typical rich-guy. For example, when he spoke at my grandmother’s funeral he prefaced his anecdotes with the fact that he was probably going to swear. And swear he did. That’s one thing he’s known for – inserting curse words even when there isn’t a need or any sort of angry undertone.  

Their speech got quiet because I think they might have realized I was really listening – and that everyone in the office knows me for some reason and it’s clearly because I know people, how else would I have gotten this job? Ha.

Note: I’m not going to go tattle on the Quad for talking bad about fellow employees – that would be VERY hypocritical on my part, wouldn’t it? Ha.