I really, really know I shouldn’t blog about work.
Ever since “Dooce” became a household word, people have been hesitant, if not paranoid, about writing of the hilarity that can occur in the workplace. Which is ridiculous. As long as names are changed/omitted to protect the guilty, and your place of employment is kept confidential, I see not the problem. However comma I am going to post this anyway because:
a) it’s funny (to me. And it’s my blog.)
b) I only have four days left at the job in question.
Setting: Lunch hour, my desk. Lunching.
Coworker approaches my desk, acknowledging that I am obviously at lunch, yet requiring that I assist regardless. Now.
This is an ongoing issue with office equipment. Hence the following FB rant-saga ensues, which I felt was too awesome not to share.
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