My day at work

So, this morning, I got to look at porn at work. Haha! I know what you're thinking! "How is that different from every other day at work?" Well, this time, it was *for* work purposes. The Society is having a fundraiser, and all the departments are asked to donate a basket. Our department got the 'naughty' basket. I think that my boss might have more than a little something to do with the choice. I can see all the other managers sitting around, with gentle and safe ideas of collections of chocolates or coffee or whatever the hell it is you make these baskets out of. And then there's my manager. Now, she's off-kilter in an interesting way at the best of times. But she's 5 months pregnant, and apparently that does something to you women-folk. So, I can imagine these subdued conversations going on, and then my manager blurting out: "How about a sex basket!?! We'll do it!" And so we did. The task of organising and purchasing items fell to a very happy Jenn. Which is why I found myself first thing this morning, sipping my Horton's steeped tea and looking at graphic poses from The Modern Illustrated Kama Sutra, which I must say is a very fine publication that no home should be without.

Then, today being Monday, I was off doing my administration tasks. Boring boring boring, blah blah blah...

Then it was time to convince one of the young men that it's not all that cool to be hanging out in the women's toilet. There's always gotta be one situation per day like this, at least. It's either ushering people out of toilets, reminding them that their hands stay outside their pants, or on some occasions having to explain yet again that 'private time' needs to take place in 'private places.'

And then things take a bit of a left turn.

The next thing I know, I'm on my way with my boss to pick up a load of chocolate. From a chocolate factory. Some chocolate factory was being taken over and they were donating all their inventory because they had to get rid of it for their move. Have you ever seen 125 kg of chocolate hedgehogs? I have. And I was on the third trip out to this chocolate factory. Hundreds of kilos of chocolate passed through these hands today. I think I have diabetes by osmosis. As we parked at the back of the factory, I pondered the entire day, from the naked pictures, to the bathroom negotiations, and finally to the chocolate factory, each odd event punctuated by the mundane administration tasks I had to do and the animated conversations with my boss about the upcoming birth and how happy she is with her new hybrid Prius, and I started to chuckle. "What are you giggling about?" my boss asks.

"Just thinking about how surreal life is."

She stopped, halfway out the car.

"What an excellent answer."