At the Office

So I'm here in the Shorthorn office. It's nothing like Office Space, or the Office. For one thing, the majority of us are girls, and girls don't take the front in those comedies.

I'm Pam. Everyone's Pam. She's quiet and sweet and intelligent and average. And she sometimes wears coke bottle glasses. Don't get me started on glasses. They are eye blinders, where you can only look straight ahead, they mess up your close-up vision. Nope, can't focus on those sheets that have an ugly pink flower pattern anymore. When do you need this vision? Not ever really, but I feel it's on principle that I should be able to see that up-close. But no, I'm blinded to not only a few feet in front of my face, but also a inch directly in front of my face. So don't get me started on the evils of glasses. The evils of contacts are stretchy eyelids, but that's another story.

So here in the office where people are supposed to work. And we do. And the laugh factor is high here. On my laugh-o-meter. I have one.