I work in an office that has a lot of traffic. Yesterday a gentleman in a very swanky suit walked in. One of my colleagues asked…..
Hey Shannon who’s that?
That’s the devil. He’s recruiting for his legions. He wants to know if anyone is interested in joining.
Great! Get me his card.
That was a conversation at my office today; a real bona fide conversation.
I’m a huge fan of dark/gallows/whatiswrongwithyou humor. I find that laughter does in fact cure-all. You’ll still die, but you’ll die laughing. There’s nothing wrong with that.
I’m very lucky in the sense that though my office is professional and we work hard, we can also laugh all day. Of course, I do have to tone it down there….which is partly why I rip loose here. You can’t unleash this stuff on an unsuspecting coworker and expect to keep your job. It simply doesn’t work that way.
They expect professionalism and good manners; not feminist rants, menopausal jibes and the occasional no-no word.
I lead a double life. Oh, and I now have a colleague here at Looneyville second job who will aid and abet my double life. I’m paying them in food and wine. Big doings here.
I am open to job applications. I will be the worst boss ever, vaguely reminiscent of Bernard Black in Black Books. I can’t pay you, but I love creative resumes.