Overheard at Work: the Fantasy Edition

So I got a job.

After nearly 4 months of diligently looking and probably 50+ applications, the very first in-person interview I snagged is where I ended up getting hired.

I'll be a manager at a well-known museum in Los Angeles.

And my head is kind of spinning from the reality of the offer. I guess I really live in LA now.

My friend also pointed out this means my blog reports may be very different than they used to be.

For instance,

Colleague A: Do you have the gift baskets ready?
or
Me: No, 19 year old intern, you cannot be late again.
or
Colleague B: Um, that's really pushing the boundary of work-appropriate attire.
or
Colleague C: Mindy Kaling, this is Annie, our new manager.
or
Colleague D: I need the Van Gogh, NOW.
or
Me: Goddamn it, where's the free citrus vodka?
or
Me: Sir, you're going to have to leave. You are too drunk.
or
Me: Beyonce is on her way.

Stay tuned!