One would think that working for the State of New Jersey in the beautiful metropolis of Trenton would be kinda lame, but we’re finding that the government employees find their own little ways to spice up life.
When you first walk into the building, you’re greeted by an overstuffed Cabbage Patch doll sitting alone in a rather large corner office. The employees pass it as if dolls running the show is normal. I think it's government humor, which is too sophisticated for my dead baby jokes. Some would argue that Patchy is a true politician, never busy at work. Instead, little P positioned a scantly clad Barbie doll directly in front of him, furiously tapping at a mini computer (or at least I believe that’s what she would be doing if she were real). We had our guesses as to what this get-up was all about … Steve legitimately thought it was a “little person”. Trevor thought it was a standard centerpiece of Jersey government offices. Our client told us it was a tribute to a few dozen employees who retired at the same time. I think “retired” means something different in New Jersey: budget cuts.
As we walk towards our desks, we’re surrounded by a showcase of “treasures”. Each cubicle is dressed to the nines with arrangements of what most would call crap, but to these NJ employees, museum-ready exhibits. One gentleman had a lovely collection of glass elephants. Another lady has a lovely assortment of rubber duckies. Today I discovered a real piece of art- a framed black and white head shot of Jessica Simpson, only her eyes have been colored a demon-like red. Smithsonian, are you there? It’s me, Jersey.
And while we’re still uncovering more and more delights de Jerz, the most incredible phenomenon of our office is the stunning array of ringtones. Most notability, Miss Fergie’s hit “Big Girls Don’t Cry” rings about 4 times a day. This music connoisseur is never at his/her desk and never puts his/her ring on silent. Honestly, if I had that ringtone, I wouldn’t either. Four times a day of "I hope you know, I hope you knoww ... that this has nothing to do with you". Well Jersey government employee, what DO you hope that we know?? Actually what IS most notable is the fact that we believe this phone is owned by the little Indian man who sits behind us. It puts a little joy in my cold, southern heart to think that every time he hears Fergie’s sweet, sweet voice, he feels empowered - cause she’s right - big girls don't cry.
Each day I'm delighted by the small wonders each New Jerseyan(?) brings to the job. I can’t wait to discover what awaits us next week.
When you first walk into the building, you’re greeted by an overstuffed Cabbage Patch doll sitting alone in a rather large corner office. The employees pass it as if dolls running the show is normal. I think it's government humor, which is too sophisticated for my dead baby jokes. Some would argue that Patchy is a true politician, never busy at work. Instead, little P positioned a scantly clad Barbie doll directly in front of him, furiously tapping at a mini computer (or at least I believe that’s what she would be doing if she were real). We had our guesses as to what this get-up was all about … Steve legitimately thought it was a “little person”. Trevor thought it was a standard centerpiece of Jersey government offices. Our client told us it was a tribute to a few dozen employees who retired at the same time. I think “retired” means something different in New Jersey: budget cuts.
As we walk towards our desks, we’re surrounded by a showcase of “treasures”. Each cubicle is dressed to the nines with arrangements of what most would call crap, but to these NJ employees, museum-ready exhibits. One gentleman had a lovely collection of glass elephants. Another lady has a lovely assortment of rubber duckies. Today I discovered a real piece of art- a framed black and white head shot of Jessica Simpson, only her eyes have been colored a demon-like red. Smithsonian, are you there? It’s me, Jersey.
And while we’re still uncovering more and more delights de Jerz, the most incredible phenomenon of our office is the stunning array of ringtones. Most notability, Miss Fergie’s hit “Big Girls Don’t Cry” rings about 4 times a day. This music connoisseur is never at his/her desk and never puts his/her ring on silent. Honestly, if I had that ringtone, I wouldn’t either. Four times a day of "I hope you know, I hope you knoww ... that this has nothing to do with you". Well Jersey government employee, what DO you hope that we know?? Actually what IS most notable is the fact that we believe this phone is owned by the little Indian man who sits behind us. It puts a little joy in my cold, southern heart to think that every time he hears Fergie’s sweet, sweet voice, he feels empowered - cause she’s right - big girls don't cry.
Each day I'm delighted by the small wonders each New Jerseyan(?) brings to the job. I can’t wait to discover what awaits us next week.
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