I think I'm subconsciously trying to get my hubby to fire me from my afternoon "job" of answering the phone in his office. That's ALL I have to do - answer the phone - and try to hear what people are saying. And write that down.
Today I'm finishing lunch, and start to throw my paper plate and what's left on it away. There's this thingy on top of the trash can...well, I know it's a shredder. But I'm not thinking, so I try and jam it where the cord runs down. Of course, a few crumbs lodge in the machinery. Dang it!! You spacehead!
So I grab the nearest paper (bla bla invoice something bla bla) and cleverly try to lure the crumbs back out. Well, you'll never guess what happens! It shreds! 
Now I have to leave a note on that stack, telling the actual secretary that I hope she has that page on her computer (I'm assured that's probably the case.) 
I'll be so glad when she can come back to work full-time and I can stop being here. Not only do I get sore sitting so long, but I'm a menace to this place 
Debbie