It's inevitable. You sit at your desk. The clock stops. Your eyes tear up as you stifle yawn after yawn. What are you to do? We're glad you asked.
It's inevitable. You sit at your desk. The clock stops. Your eyes tear up as you stifle yawn after yawn. What are you to do? We're glad you asked. This little book packs 100 tips for turning “blah” to “woo-hoo.” It could save your job. It could get you a promotion. It could earn you a handsome trophy with your name engraved across the bottom and the words, “Best Office Worker.” Will it really help you battle office ennui? Yes it will. (What did you expect us to say?)
Five and a half inches square (it's so cute), 200 pages, 100 pictures, black & white, paperback.
All copies signed by authors.
When a task is too large or too boring to comtemplate, I pledge five minutes to it...just five little minutes. Sometimes it's enough to get some momentum and I finish it. Sometimes I just pretend to work on it while dreaming of drinking fruity drinks at a luau and this idea fails miserably.
Sometimes I'm lazy (most of the time). So I imagine a boss is standing over me. Not the hot kind you have private evening meetings with, but the third-grade-teacher kind who will take her shoe off and beat you with it if you don't do what she says. It's terrifying and very motivating.
Music is supposed to soothe the savage breast. I like to sing to put myself in a good mood. People tell me to shut up, so I sing louder to the savages. They'll thank me when they are all soothed.
I have one of those squeezy things you squeeze for stress. I used to use it when I was stressed. But then I cut it open to see what was inside. I tried to duct tape it back together again but it didn't ever work the same. So now I use a Slinky.
I have a box of pins in my desk. I push them into key spots of my body to channel energy ... okay okay, I admit it. I just push them into my impressive collection of voodoo dolls.