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Today at work:

I was on the computer for far too long, drank way too much hot water, answered the phone in at least 5 different or weird accents andddddddd ate only one granola bar.

The day went like this:

We found a pair of small finger gloves. So small, they could be considered children's gloves.

What was so entertaining about these gloves, was that when worn by a mature adult (me), it looked absolutely hilarious. You know that small hand commercial for Burger King?... my hands looked like that. So the day went on, and so did the disgusted stares from customers as I waved with my mini hands or pointed to where the washrooms were.

We then proceeded to imitate the WHO'S and wore inappropriately high pony tails (which I am currently still rocking....). Listen, we are not allowed to wear name brands or bright coloured hats, but they never said anything about high, ridiculous pony tails.....yet.

So, just as watching paint dry became interesting, a lost child report came in. DUN DUN DUN.... luckily with the help of 3 other departments, the lost child was in my hands. Not literally...

We chatted. For some reason, I always want to make it seem like the kid is SO cool...is that just me? I asked SO many questions, the kid was probably weirded out by me. My favourite conversation was about Canada. I asked the child to tell me some things she knew about Canada and this was her only response:

"uhhh it's cold and you have to wear skis or else you will slip and fall everywhere"....

hahah ok.... I'll take it.

Lost children are so awesome because they are SO honest. The purity and innocence of children really makes me want to read Catcher in the Rye all over again.

So anyway, after she was re-united with her family (I almost cried once....), we were DONE, FREE, and soooo tired with WHO pony tails atop our heads.

Recently, I furtively meandered to Ben's end of the hall to say hello. I came to find that he is 200% the most wisconsined person I know. There it was. Ben, meat and potatoes in front of the television with Family Guy wailing away. Everything my once naive, Canadian brain stereotyped about America, was backed up by this ONE experience. Thank you Ben.

Okay, so our coffee maker sucks and we are in dire need of TP and maybe a personal dish washer so Amanda can sleep peacefully at night...haha....

I think I just want to go to bed....
rar.

cheers.