Workin' Girl

So I've temporarily been bumped up to the receptionist's desk on account of a luncheon, and I have to say, I've never seen so many squashy, carpal-tunnel saving devices in my life. My hands are safe (yesssss).

For those of you who aren't up on all my bidness, I've spent the last couple of weeks helping to shift the library's collection, and we are finally over half done, but it still feels like an endless job. It's probably a good work out...

I thought I had all kinds of interesting musings, but now that I've started typing, I really don't.

Thanks.
-mgmt.