The saga of my neighbors in the HR Department
continues. As hard as they are to
believe, these are true stories – based on true accounts.
I try not to engage these individuals in conversation
because, honestly - I just don’t have the energy. BUT since I happen to sit in close vicinity
to them, I can’t hide from their stupid questions or avoid getting sucked into
their conversations.
HR Assistant: (yelling over the wall at me) - How do
you spell “dub-a-u”?
Me: Huh?
HR Assistant: I said,
how do you spell “dub-ah-u”?
Me: Do you have something in your mouth? What language are
you speaking?
HR Assistant: I’m not
speaking anything. I’m trying to type
the word “dub-a-hu” and spell check is telling me it is spelled wrong.
Me: Are you trying
the type the word “W”, as in the lette...
I found out through the ever-so reliable grapevine this
morning that the Internet Nazis are REAL - just like zombies, mermaids and
unicorns.
True story – internet usage throughout the entire company is
being monitored by “The Man”.
What the hell am I going to do now? For those that have been reading this blog
for sometime know that my only purpose for coming to work is because of the
high-speed internet. Seriously - I don’t
actually have enough “work” in a day to keep busy. I am not what you could call a productive
member of the working society. I surf
the Internet for 7 hours out of a day – no more, no less! I feel so violated. I am totally freaking out!!!
I guess it’s back to finding creative ways to look busy at
work - like these or killing time reading e-books (obviously not ones
downloaded at work) or writing my memoirs or a screen play. Ahhh!!!
What
does that mean for our blo...
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