One of my favorite pontificators on quotidian existence, Dan, wrote about how he likes a particular squeaky door in his workplace because it sounds like a duck.  He recommends that his readers find something trivial but amusing and absurdist in their professional environments that provides comfort and solace during hard times.

I have a little something like that.  A Vice President of my department, who is no longer with the company, once noticed that the job I perform is completely different than my official job description, since my job radically changed after I started doing it.  She asked me to write up a new description that reflected my actual duties.

So I did, and at the end of the document I put:

Additional qualifications:

Equal parts dog and cat person

Must be able to yodel

Skilled at necromancy

And she approved the whole description without reading to the end, and Corporate HR never read to the end, and now it’s part of my official job description, and it’s sitting in my file, and sometimes when I’m having a hard day, this gives me joy.