It has been quite the day, I must say.
Even as I sit here typing this I hear the distant echo of a belch, from what I surmise to be nearly 100ft away, at the desk of one of the floor engineers. While I want to say this shocks me, sadly, it does not. What would shock me more would be the distant voice of apology requesting 'excuse me'.
Hedda Hopper has been quite musical today, herself. Thankfully she sits off in the corner because apparently, as she had explained to Sophia, her baked beans from last night have come back to haunt her. I just pray I don't end up in the restroom at the same time she does at any point today.
God have mercy on any that does end up in the bathroom at that moment in time!
Now that I have that out of my system I shall continue on with the scandal of late.
It appears The Scavenger has taken it upon herself to check a coworkers voice mail to see what was on it. I can not begin to describe how many lines have been crossed and how unethical this all is.
On top of it all, I know for a fact this coworker would have a fit and die in it if she knew The Scavenger had done so. Unfortunately, I know it will only be a matter of time before this information comes to light.
The other member of receiving who had witnessed this transgression can NOT keep a secret. The instant the coworker shows up for work tomorrow all hell is going to break loose, I'm quite certain.
I may need to get Normal the Health and Safety Coordinator back here with the digital cam tomorrow, this could end up fodder for the next 'Safety Meeting'.
*Reason #1 why you should wear safety glasses - safety glasses will thwart unwanted attempts to have your eyes clawed out (at this point a picture of a tattered and clawed Scavenger will appear on the overhead)
On a completely unrelated but interesting note, something I just can't keep to myself:
I have just seen one of the engineers come strolling back here wearing camouflage hunting cargo pants, black dress shoes, and a blue button down shirt. Thinking it had to be me, I used my hand to block the glare of the florescent lighting from his bald head, it was indeed fact.
The camouflage hunting cargo pants were indeed NOT a figment of my imagination. To make things worse, the second time I looked, I also noticed they were a tad too short.
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What personalities you work with, whoo boy. I have to say the belching would make me laugh though. At work I have my own little office with a door, and every morning after my grapefruit I let a couple burps go freely. So satisfying. Who would think that grapefruit would make a person burp so big, but it does.
I grew up with two older brothers so was conditioned to think boy stuff, like burping and farting, is funny. My husband is one of five boys, so burping and farting was funny in his house too. We're the prefect couple.
I hear you I grew up with two brothers.My husband is enough.He expects me to be impressed with him when he does the same things.LOL
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