"Take Your Knitted Monster To Work Day"

It was a busy day at the office today. We're getting ready to go to New Brunswick on Monday for a training session. I had lots to do and lots on my mind, so you can imagine that this wasn't the best day for visitors.

I was sitting at my desk when I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I said, silently hoping it wasn't another crisis. Imagine my surprise when I saw this little green head poking around the door.

"Henry! Oh my gosh. I forgot didn't I? It's "Take Your Knitted Monster To Work Day" isn't it?"

Henry nodded, and looked a little downtrodden.

"Well, you're here now. How did you get here? Did you take the bus? Did you remember to get a transfer? Did you have to wait long at the terminal?"

Henry explained his journey, muttered something about how it would have been nice if I hadn't left him home in the first place and then hopped up in one of my meeting chairs.

"Ok, well, you're here now. I know you want to hear about what it is that I do here at the office, so here's a notebook and my favourite pen." I said as I handed him the pen.

I spent about 15 minutes talking about my job, what I do and what parts of my job I like the best. I noticed that Henry had been making some notes. I pretended to get up for a book and looked over his shoulder.

Somehow, I don't think he was paying attention. I told him that he could sit in my chair while I went to the photocopier room to pick up some presentations I needed for next week.


I was only gone a minute and when I came back, this is what he was doing:

Spinning in my chair. If he wasn't already green, I'd swear he was nauseous as he was going so fast. I sent him to the kitchen to get a glass of water. A half hour went by and I hadn't seen him. I found him leaning on the water cooler and chatting with Sue from accounting. Yeesh. I gave him a look and hauled him back to my office.

"Henry! You can't be distracting the other employees! I know it's important that you learn more about what it's like to have a job, but inviting Sue for a weekend at your cottage on the South Shore is not only unrelated to work, it's inappropriate! You can't date my co-workers!"

I excused myself again, as someone came to the door and asked me to help them with a computer issue. I swear, I was only gone for five minutes. By the time I got back, he was emailing Brilliant Disguise.

I don't know if he thought he was online dating or ordering a mail-order bride. Whatever he was doing, I put a stop to it pretty quick.

At that point, my nerves were pretty frazzled. I gave him a few items from our "swag" box (company mascot tattoos, a pen, and a fleece vest that won't fit him in a million years) and sent him out to the bus stop. I told him I'd see him at home.

Then, I sat down with a sigh.

That's when I discovered that the little bastard had fiddled with my chair settings. I'll never get it the way I like it again!

And now? Now I can't find my pen.