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Monday, April 25, 2011

Ransom notes and passion fruit...yeah, shit got weird.


Sales is a cut-up-fruit-salad kind of world.  You're either the pineapple, or the grape.

So it was the Friday before a holiday.  Cubies were practically skipping into work.  Maybe we'd get out early?  Thinking: someone's probably gone and sprung for bagels/donuts!  Let's keep this morning meeting short!

But while the office had been locked up overnight, a villain was lurking.  The company servers were safe; the hidden stash of K-Cups went untouched...but up on 10 shit got weird.  In the kitchen.


What's with this copy/paste crap - all the printers are working. And who the hell is keeping whole pineapples in the fridge??  Not that there are security cameras all over The Office or anything. 

Haha!  Like "oh shit everyone get scared now!" - once they find out which nutcase co-worker hacked this job, their ass is so fired.  Yeah.  The floor isn't big for the both of you, but that won't be a problem by this Friday at the 4pm firing-hour (you know, the hour that proceeds happy hour?).

What is it with the passive aggressive notes and fresh produce, anyways??

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