There is a voicemail message currently residing on my work phone that was left for me two Septembers ago. Which should tell you three things:
1) I'm a pack rat.
2) I've been collecting paychecks from the same place for a while now.
3) It's one helluva message.
Actually, it's not necessarily the message so much as the person who left it. The guy's surname is Teodorescu and with his accent from wherever it is that he comes, the message begins with him saying what sounds like "to the rescue".
Which is fantastically silly. And never ceases to crack me up.
Especially on those days that feel like they last a week. Or during those weeks that feel like they last a decade. Or during those decades...
Lord, I hope I don't spend 10 years in the same place.