Have a laugh at my expense..
Dec. 10th, 2004 11:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
artyartieHere's a semi-amusing little tale from my daily adventures to wind down the week.
For those of you who don't know me in real life, I'm rather short, standing all of 5'2 in regular shoes - though I say I'm 5'3 when doing things like calculating my BMI. Being short, while making walking under trees easier, makes some tasks a little difficult.
Like cleaning the white boards at work.
Our white boards, quite honestly, are made for giants - otherwise known as people of normal height. And so when it comes time to cleaning them, I have to get a little aerobic. Today, it was spraying down one particularly high board with this noxious cleaner and jumping up and down like a typewriter to get the upper bits cleaned. For anyone peeking in, it must have been a sight - me, with my arm extended as high as I could, bouncing up and down to get that damn board spotless. And even if they couldn't see me, I'm sure they could hear me, my tennis shoes bounding against the thin carpet and my own little huffs of exasperation. But with the exception of accidentally breathing in a bit of the cleaner, which I hope isn't too toxic, I got my weekly bit of exercise and, until the next group comes in and ruins it, the board is clean.
For those of you who don't know me in real life, I'm rather short, standing all of 5'2 in regular shoes - though I say I'm 5'3 when doing things like calculating my BMI. Being short, while making walking under trees easier, makes some tasks a little difficult.
Like cleaning the white boards at work.
Our white boards, quite honestly, are made for giants - otherwise known as people of normal height. And so when it comes time to cleaning them, I have to get a little aerobic. Today, it was spraying down one particularly high board with this noxious cleaner and jumping up and down like a typewriter to get the upper bits cleaned. For anyone peeking in, it must have been a sight - me, with my arm extended as high as I could, bouncing up and down to get that damn board spotless. And even if they couldn't see me, I'm sure they could hear me, my tennis shoes bounding against the thin carpet and my own little huffs of exasperation. But with the exception of accidentally breathing in a bit of the cleaner, which I hope isn't too toxic, I got my weekly bit of exercise and, until the next group comes in and ruins it, the board is clean.
