Why – you ask?
Because we’ve been having “Morale Week” at work… basically a grown-up excuse to wear some fun costumes and laugh at ourselves and each other. Life’s been stressful on the job, lately, between the “after the flood” stuff, and the housing market here taking a serious kick. We’ve been working like maniacs, just trying to keep up, and everyone’s on kind of a short fuse.
And today’s choice was “Patriotic Day”.
We also had a potluck, with everyone bringing something yummy to share with the whole office. My choice to bring was cinnamon biscuits with frosting (a cheater’s version of cinnamon rolls!) There was enough to feed all of us…As well as a whole bunch of other people – who came to our office for our annual Blood Drive for the local United Blood Services office.
And I hit a milestone – today’s drive put me officially at One Gallon donated!
My boss has always been a huge advocate for blood donation, and organizes our annual blood drive at our office, inviting everyone she knows, including the realtors and lenders in our city, to come and give. She’s been doing this since she was a teenager, and has passed her 100 Gallon milestone already.
So, while I joked with a couple of co-workers about telling you guys all about the bloody massacre at work, today, citing horror-story cliches aplenty…
I’m still feeling a bit woozy from almost being completely drained. The 4-foot spear the technician used to harpoon me with left me feeling a bit wobbly, so I’m going to leave you with these words: