Thursday, August 27, 2009
Introducing Colleagues
This is one of my co-workers. He's so dull. When he talks to you, his voice gets drowned out by the sound of wax building up in your ears. I've been trying positive interventions, such as hiding under his desk when he leaves the room in order to frighten him on his return. It hasn't worked. He emailed a complaint to the boss and CC'd me. I emailed him back some links to websites of assisted suicide organisations. I hope he finds them helpful.
I wonder what he's like when he's not at work?...
He just emailed a complaint to the boss about me taking his picture. What a dullard!
I wonder what he's like when he's not at work?...
He just emailed a complaint to the boss about me taking his picture. What a dullard!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
When Everyone Else Has Gone Home
I’m working late tonight. This has been happening a lot lately. Sometimes, when everyone else has gone home, I like to take off all of my clothes and sit in Clodagh's chair.
She brings personal items from the outside to brighten her workspace. I wonder at what these trinkets must mean to her.
I like Clodagh’s seat - high-backed, faux leather and where she has sat it smells like a salami sandwich at the seaside.
She brings personal items from the outside to brighten her workspace. I wonder at what these trinkets must mean to her.
I like Clodagh’s seat - high-backed, faux leather and where she has sat it smells like a salami sandwich at the seaside.
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