Today is National Administrative Assistant's Day.
Or something like that.
Why is the title 'Secretary' so offensive?
Administrative Assistant is just too damn hard to say.
It doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.
Secretary is easy to say.
Everyone knows what it means.
And if you are one, then you know that you work like a dog.
No sense in glorifying it.
Robi's boss came to see us and says "So, this is Assistant's Week, or Day or whatever." I pointed out that, yes, today is, in fact, Secretary's Day, but for some reason it has been extended to a week. I also pointed that, in reality, it's a year-long celebration.
He nodded sagely.
He's a married man.
He knows to nod at such comments.
"So ... what are the other lawyers doing?" Obviously he was fishing for ideas. Should they do and/or buy something? I was quick to offer "Well, I heard that some lawyers are gifting their secretaries with BMWs. I don't need a BMW myself; me -- I'm quite happy with a Mustang."
My suggestion was laughed off.
But when we came back from a break, I found this on my chair:
Well, it's no Mustang.
But it does have potential.
Let's see what's inside, shall we?
Of course, the bosses are on this like a bunch of fat kids on a Smartie. Pointing out which ones they chose, all pleased with themselves, grinning like a bunch of lunatics.
I guess it's a good thing I work for guys who love and appreciate chocolate as much as I do.
Then again, I do have to slap them away from the truffles.
There's always a catch, isn't there?