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<channel><title><![CDATA[imabeafreakinmillionaire - Switch Up]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.imabeafreakinmillionaire.com/switch-up.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Switch Up]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2011 16:59:10 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Water coolers and tampons]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.imabeafreakinmillionaire.com/3/post/2011/08/water-coolers-and-tampons.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.imabeafreakinmillionaire.com/3/post/2011/08/water-coolers-and-tampons.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2011 11:50:34 -0800</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.imabeafreakinmillionaire.com/3/post/2011/08/water-coolers-and-tampons.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I get into work today and the boss&rsquo;s son approaches my desk:&ldquo;Jill, there's something wrong with the water cooler.&rdquo;I walk into the kitchen and observe two things:1. The box of tampons that I ordered from Staples for the office has been delivered.2. The box has fallen, ripped open, and approximately 100 tampons are now floating in standing water created by a leak in our water cooler. [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">I get into work today and the boss&rsquo;s son approaches my desk:<br />&ldquo;Jill, there's something wrong with the water cooler.&rdquo;<br /><br />I walk into the kitchen and observe two things:<br />1. The box of tampons that I ordered from Staples for the office has been delivered.<br />2. The box has fallen, ripped open, and approximately 100 tampons are now floating in standing water created by a leak in our water cooler.<br /><br />    I call the cooler company; they tell me it&rsquo;s the bottle to the water cooler that&rsquo;s leaking. OK. I remove the bottle, I sweep what&rsquo;s salvageable of the tampons into the box using the office spatula as my broom and call building management to bring a mop. I drip to the bathroom with my soggy box.<br /><br />    I come back to the kitchen a few minutes later to find that someone has mopped up the water, and that this &ldquo;do-gooder&rdquo; has put the leaky bottle BACK on the cooler. Water is all over the floor. (again)<br /><br />    Call building cleaning man. He comes back. Tells me HE put the bottle back on top of the cooler; he thought he was doing me a favor.<br /><br />    He then proceeds to pour the rest of the water into the sink&hellip; blissfully unaware that our sink has a bad leak, and when you pour too much water into it, it leaks out the bottom. Water is all over the floor. (<strong>again</strong>)<br /><br />    Now, one COULD see this as slightly annoying on a Monday morning, I however, am switching it up. This is what I focused on instead of getting annoyed:<br />1. &nbsp;I have      a VERY helpful handyman who will always help me lift heavy things and has a mop on him at all times. This is      good.<br />2. &nbsp;We got      our supply of tampons in. Hooray.<br /><strong>3. &nbsp;Sliding,      in heels and a skirt, in the middle of my hedge fund office&rsquo;s      kitchen, shoveling wet tampons into a box with a spatula while standing in      a pool of water, could make anyone giggle a little bit. :)</strong></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
