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Letters to Nowhere

Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Fit hits the Shan

I’ll be damned if I can figure out what happened Thurdsay while I was off work. I went into ABC insurance today to find that my whole section has been reported for inappropriate conduct to Human Resources.

Now, I work with a younger crowd. They are loud, they are rambunctious, they tell everyone about their conquests/exploits etc. It’s usually not a problem. But lately they have been crossing the line more and more often. Hell, truth to tell, they’ve all but done the flamenco while naked, pouring vodka on the line. I mean really... secret Santa gave our section ho girl a 12 pack of condoms at our Christmas dinner.

So I am/was not surprised someone around "us" finally complained about the things that have been said and done. I saw this coming quite some time ago and have more or less gone into self imposed isolation within my little cube of hell. I bring books/crafts/or do this while I’m at work if things get slow. I’m operating on the "head down, mouth shut, keep your job" mindset.

Ladies and Gents, you would not recognize me while I’m at work. I’m (gasp) quiet, unobtrusive, reserved even. I was told I have no sense of humor by one of my co-workers. The group clown, has known me for years, and died laughing when he heard that. "You’ve got one of the best (sense of humor) up here. You just show a different side while you’re at work in the last year or so".

So, bright and early this morning when we were all pulled, one by one, into the office to have ‘the talk’, I was one of the few that was not sweating bullets. I was in and out in a matter of 5 mins. My department head mentioned that I am quiet, well behaved, dedicated, and "above all this freshman humor". I thanked her and left.

Oh if only she knew me like you do... on second thought… It’s a good thing she doesn’t. Now pass me the silly string, the police whistle, and don’t tell Les I’m hiding behind the door. And where’s Obi the elephant?!?

2 Comments:

  • Damn, fucking rules.

    I hate rules.

    I hate people who make rules.

    I know SOME work has to get done, but ...

    Okay, so dancing naked MIGHT be distracting.

    -G

    By Blogger DementedPhotographer, at 12:03 AM  

  • funny you mention dancing naked...

    I asked my supervisor the other night what he would do if I started dancing naked around the call centre...

    he said first he would try to get me to put my clothes back on.. THEN he would escort me out of the building...
    I came back with... if I don't put them back on would you escort me out of the building and take me home??

    LOL he blushed and left that alone...

    By Blogger The Witch Doctor, at 12:41 AM  

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