I guess I should finally post about my new job. My new desk. My new work phone with my recorded voice apologizing for not being available.

My blank office with nothing but 2 desks, 2 computers with clicking keyboards.

And Chad.
He would be the reason the other keyboard is clicking.

Turns out, we are copywriters. That's right, I write copy. And yes Mimi, this is something I was "trained at school" to do. Who knew?

I started this job off with a 60 hour seminar crammed into 5 days. You do the math- it was hectic. However, I walked away with a new appreciation for marketing for small businesses, people who wake up at 5 a.m. and the front desk guy who sold energy drinks.

Turns out the boss/owner is away this week, the HR lady is on vacation the the other owner got bought out last week (my boss rules). This means, that no one in the office is quite sure what Chad and I do... but they think it will be good. This also means they are leaving us alone.

Except when Dale decides that he wants to prance by our door. Dale only knows one prance.
Josh wants to feel included and sent me a monkey talking about how he was the coolest employee in an email.