Overheard at work
As much as I hate traveling, the following excerpt is why I dislike being in the office:
Dude, if KISS came back around, and they have that gold ticket? You know, the one where you an hang out with them after? I’d buy that for $500.
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While the grass might seem greener, I must point out that when traveling to an office, you might find yourself in the same sink boat. Case in point:
I travel weekly to the largest retailer in the world where our group sits smack dab in the middle of a high traffic, phone talkin’, jibber jabbin’ and water coolin’ area I’ve appropriately pegged it as “Arkansas Grand Central”. Yesterday, I overheard an argument between coworkers about how one had been mean to the other over the last couple of days and demanded an apology. If the apology was not received, she stated that they would then be in an incommunicado state (Naturally, I’m translating this for everyone as it was spoken in native tongue).
Another instance makes me giggle thinking about it. The cleint, while in a meeting, took out a pair of scissors (paper cutting variety. You know, long) and started cutting her nails in front of the 9 of us.