The Sonia Show

Writer. Podcaster. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Dogs and cats, living together! Mass hysteria!


Yeah, so, last week our office manager quit. My initial reaction was, “She got mugged parking her car here, right? No? Oh, did she catch an infectious disease from all the illegal dumping?”


It turns out it was something boring like she got another job. Yawn.

So anyway, I’m not entirely sure of all the things our office manager did, but I know some of her tasks included stocking up the kitchen and restrooms, which are super important tasks to me. Yesterday was our first day without an office manager, and already there was a roll of paper towels just sitting in the kitchen that no one bothered to put into the towel dispenser. I assume no one replaced them because: a) they haven’t figured the towel dispenser; or b) they don’t care. I fall squarely into the “b” category. Also, all the tea, sugar, half and half, etc., were starting to look a little low.

Things are headed downhill rather quickly. My prediction: I will be buying my own toilet paper and hoarding it in my cube by next week.

I’m worried that without an office manager, this place is going to turn into “Lord of the Flies.” Wait and see. In a few weeks we will all be fighting over the conch. Or, I’ll come into the office one morning and someone will say, “We’re out of coffee,” and then this will be me:


Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

2 thoughts on “Dogs and cats, living together! Mass hysteria!

  1. My former office manager had the important job of sending us really caustic emails about washing our dishes and cleaning out the sink properly. I hate to think of you toiling without that kind of leadership.

  2. Oh, she had already placed signs like that everywhere. I guess she felt like her work here was done, and she could move on.

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