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Wednesday, October 06, 2004 Me, Me, Me, Workbits

Satisfied that I had withstood all I could for the day, I turned off my computer at 6 p.m. and prepared to leave the office. As I stood and walked around my desk, I brushed against my file cabinet and… SNAP! My knee broke the key off in the lock. My lock. The lock that secures the drawer containing the foundation’s entire supply of check stock. Jesus wept.

After scrounging around on the floor a moment, I found the shiny, silver head of the poor little key, issued to me just a week ago upon my arrival in my new office. Gah. I cannot believe that I need a set of needle-nosed pliers to get to my checks. Also? I cannot believe that all that stands between an intruder and all my checks is a pair of needle-nosed pliers.

Um, by the way and for the record? There is an armed guard and a highly sophisticated security system standing between any intruders and our precious resources. Not to mention a fearless, if overworked and exhausted, Grants Manager. Grrrrrr. Rowf!