The stupidest sign posted in the kitchen area of my office this morning:
If anyone has borrowed my Tigger mug, please return it. I need it.
And no - I don't work in a pre-school. The best part is that it was not handwritten, but printed from Word. Someone took the the time to walk back to their desk, select just the right tone for their gentle-but-firm Tigger note, picked the right font size, aligned it correctly, printed it out and hung it on the pantry door for all to read.
There are some truly wonderful things about working in an office such as this one (we sell cock rings and cock ring accessories). I work in the very busy front desk/call center area of the building and it's usually pretty hectic. Some times of the year, I'm personally taking hundreds of phone calls from angry customers. You'd be amazed what can go wrong with a cock ring. And people get pissed.
To counterbalance this, there are entire departments in my building who do nothing all day. NOTHING. I should amend that - they eat donuts sometimes. Technically, that's "doing something." But really, they just sit around and do nothing.
Usually, the lack of evenly spread work doesn't bother me, except on those rare occasions in the middle of a hectic day when I've got 15 calls in the queue and I'm trying to answer them all frantically and sweating and cursing the day I took this job... and I get an email like "Please put the milk back in the door of the refrigerator!" And then the urge to kill starts to rise and rise and rise.
So today, I thought I'd open the comments forum up to people who want to bitch about their day jobs. Let's prevent a murder today, friends! Have at it, hoss.
If anyone has borrowed my Tigger mug, please return it. I need it.
And no - I don't work in a pre-school. The best part is that it was not handwritten, but printed from Word. Someone took the the time to walk back to their desk, select just the right tone for their gentle-but-firm Tigger note, picked the right font size, aligned it correctly, printed it out and hung it on the pantry door for all to read.
There are some truly wonderful things about working in an office such as this one (we sell cock rings and cock ring accessories). I work in the very busy front desk/call center area of the building and it's usually pretty hectic. Some times of the year, I'm personally taking hundreds of phone calls from angry customers. You'd be amazed what can go wrong with a cock ring. And people get pissed.
To counterbalance this, there are entire departments in my building who do nothing all day. NOTHING. I should amend that - they eat donuts sometimes. Technically, that's "doing something." But really, they just sit around and do nothing.
Usually, the lack of evenly spread work doesn't bother me, except on those rare occasions in the middle of a hectic day when I've got 15 calls in the queue and I'm trying to answer them all frantically and sweating and cursing the day I took this job... and I get an email like "Please put the milk back in the door of the refrigerator!" And then the urge to kill starts to rise and rise and rise.
So today, I thought I'd open the comments forum up to people who want to bitch about their day jobs. Let's prevent a murder today, friends! Have at it, hoss.
4 Comments:
I thought you sold propane and propane accessories.
Are you telling me that one superstore carries both of these product lines? I can't imagine how they'd reasonably be used together.
That's because you have no imagination, son.
just give the poor person their tigger mug back, brendo...i'm sure you don't need it as much as they do
> I can't imagine how they'd reasonably be used together.
> That's because you have no imagination, son.
That's gotta hurt.
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