Playing Misty

It’s been the weirdest day here at work.

I have no idea what’s going on, but there is a vibe here I can’t put my finger on. I have weird candidates asking for weird things.

This morning it was busier here than I’ve ever seen it in my two years.

My boss asked me a question about how my mom was and then promptly turned her back on me and walked away. The best part was, she turned around again and asked me if my mom was back…

Back from where?

Then when I tried to form some sort of answer to that question, she promptly turned around and walked away again.

Huh.

The ladies room key has been missing since this morning. I’ve made it so that everyone here has to take the key on a great big key ring, so they don’t get lost (I swear, this is my job, making big keyrings for the bathroom keys) and someone took it off my big keyring and then promptly lost it.

Our emails come from something called “The Bullpen” which is what they call the back sales room. The Bullpen. So today one of the candidates called and asked if he could speak to Bullpen.

Luckily my day is almost over, because I’m really confused.

My birthday is a week from today, for all those people who would like to buy me something pretty.