Wednesday, September 22, 2004 Why my job is funner than yours "Liz? I need you to go on a run for me this afternoon," my boss says from her cell phone. She explains what we need. I nod, firing up the trusty internet. "Okay, I'll call around, find one somewhere." A store in North Hollywood has the item in question -- I ask them to put it on hold for me, make a note of the price. When my boss returns to the office, I grab some petty cash and my car keys. Only 2.3 miles to the store, according to Yahoo. The woman behind the counter looks up when I walk in, clearly bored, the store nearly empty on a weekday afternoon. "Yeah?" "I called an hour ago -- you put something on hold for me-" "Oh, sure." She reaches below the counter. "Here's your whoopie cushion." "Thanks." | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.