Smile Pretty!

For you loyal, longtime blog readers, you'll recall that people frequently yell at me for looking angry and mean if they pass me on the street. I have an angry face. It turns out my work face is the opposite.

I have been called the following in the past week: Sunshine, Smiley, Mona Lisa (the computer screen covers up a bit of my face from far away), Giggles, Miss Goodside (because I don't have a bad side to get on), and Wonderful. This is utterly preposterous.

This past week, I have had to do lots of jobs at work that I don't like. Cleaning out a storage cupboard, putting little tags on every key we own that say CFI, and continually cleaning up after people's mess in the tea room. I am now working on figuring out the location, use, and ownership of every key in the building. I don't even know how to use Excel and I have to make a spreadsheet of all this information in varying cross reference-able formats.

I slammed my knee into my printer today leaving a limp, a mark, and a bad mood. I got yelled at that the milk isn't rotated in the fridges and for not alerting my boss of a meeting he had the next morning when it wasn't on my calendar and I didn't know I was meant to remind him of his appointments that are on his calendar. Yet, still. Today alone I got Smiley and someone told me I was born for work with people.

I must be a good actress. I don't really get all my new responsibilities, I am tired of working, and my head hurts from all the incompetencies of my peers before me. So apparently, if I look happy, I probably hate you and if I look angry, I probably love you. Now you know.