Here is Skeeter in our First Break break room. (We don't like hangin' it with the weirdies, so we use two different break rooms throughout the day.) Her Schnookums made her a lunch like... 2 weeks ago (when I took this picture) and she was elated about it.
And this is Barbie on her Chariot of Fire. Very few people actually just push these things around, but Barbie likes to randomly disappear from working and take herself a ride around the building.
I am not real sure what this thing really is, but it is painted to look like a football player (clearly). Skeeter was giving him some love, but decided she likes her Schnookums better. Good for her.
And THIS is what I have been working on for AGES!!! See all those papers? I filed almost every single one of them. And this isn't even all of it. We ended up throwing a ton of pages away this week (and when I say "ton," I mean like a whole trash can's worth). This is what I generally do for the fist two hours that I am at work.
And here is Skeeter on the cutter. This is what she does until second shift rolls around.
On Fridays we have taken to hunting down the Paper Pit and playing in it. Sometimes we HAVE to jump in there (not necessarily on Fridays, mind) otherwise the Three Knife gets jammed. It's a very complex machine/paper pit combo.
One time Skeeter and I had to jump in there so that the machine wouldn't clog and the paper was so high that it engulfed us and totally burried us after we had jumped in. It was really scary and we literally had to swim to the top to get out. In hindsight it was way fun, though. As you can see by this picture, the paper pit was not full on Friday at all (sometimes it goes all the way to that faucety-looking pipe).
And here is what I do for the rest of my working hours. Barbie helped me out this Friday because Puncher had gone home early (his fiance is in town). First you load the paper:
Then it goes through the machine and comes out onto the conveyer belt:
Where I take it, jog the books, and stack them. Only what you see here is Supervisor's stack, not mine. This is what I aspire to beable to do before I am done with working here. It's PERFECT.
And here are all the little paper punchies of the day (from my machine, Supervisor has a different machine that he uses but that also punches books).
Finally work is done. On my way out the door, I always give a nod to Horton the Elephant.
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