My morning hasn't started off the best in the world. I was hoping that since today is my Friday (I'm chaperoning a field trip with Brian tomorrow) that it would be quick and painless. Obviously not. Aside from waking up too early, which I have to admit is better than too late, I spend the majority of the morning looking for my badge that gives me access to the doors at work. My search only turned up coins from under the couch, and so I had to text my boss on my way to work to tell her that I was going to need to be let in. Upon arriving, I used my favorite phrase that my friend Amy and I made ridiculously popular. "I am the captain of the fail boat." (Because it kinda sounds like sail boat...get it?)
Anyway. the first thing that my coworker and I do in the mornings is walk across the building to the break room and make our coffee. This week I finally brought my Santa mug to spread some holiday cheer at my desk. Yesterday I forgot to rinse Santa out, so I spent the first five minutes washing him in the sink before I made my coffee. Building upon my crappy morning, as I was wiping off the outside of Santa's jolly little fat face, he slipped...out of my hands and into the sink. I made a valiant diving effort, smacking my wrist in the process, but Santa is only about half as holly and jolly now...
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| Santa before... |
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| Santa after... |
Everyone in the break room stared at me because the first thing I did was, rather loudly, exclaim "I BROKE SANTA!!" One guy told me that if he didn't get what he wanted this year, he blamed me. Great.
Hopefully I will have some better news to report this afternoon. Looks like all the crazies may be right...Santa didn't make it past 12/12/12.
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