At a Loss...
Every once in a while, I sight something SO bizarre that I am nearly at a loss for words.
Nearly.
Thursday afternoon was one of those times.
It was approaching 3 pm, and I was returning - once again - to my cubicle. I walked past my assistant, and saw something odd out of the corner of my eye. I continued to my desk, then slowly backed up to re-check her cubicle.
My initial glance had been correct.
Spazz (my assistant) was sitting in her cubicle chair...scratching her armpit with a [disposable, plastic] butter knife. Under her shirt.
I opened my mouth, closed, reopened...and closed again. I swallowed, raised my eyebrows, and gestured to her armpit area.
I know! But they itch! She hissed at me.
I found it wise to simply nod agreeably and walk away.
Sometimes, there's really nothing left to say.
Instead, I did what any good boss would do. I proceeded to laugh until I cried - and texted the details to Tiff.
Nearly.
Thursday afternoon was one of those times.
It was approaching 3 pm, and I was returning - once again - to my cubicle. I walked past my assistant, and saw something odd out of the corner of my eye. I continued to my desk, then slowly backed up to re-check her cubicle.
My initial glance had been correct.
Spazz (my assistant) was sitting in her cubicle chair...scratching her armpit with a [disposable, plastic] butter knife. Under her shirt.
I opened my mouth, closed, reopened...and closed again. I swallowed, raised my eyebrows, and gestured to her armpit area.
I know! But they itch! She hissed at me.
I found it wise to simply nod agreeably and walk away.
Sometimes, there's really nothing left to say.
Instead, I did what any good boss would do. I proceeded to laugh until I cried - and texted the details to Tiff.
posted by rennratt at 3:22 PM
14 Comments:
I didn't get the message!!!!!
OMG - I would have been SO on this. Heee!!!
You don't want to know what the plastic spoons are good for scratching...
Yes. Exactly what a good boss would do. At least exactly what MY boss would do!
Don't forget to mention it to her on Monday. ;-)
Can we be happy that it was disposable? I have scratched my bak with scissors, when that was all I had at hand....LOL
These work much better than plastic butter knives.
http://www.hardwoodbackscratchers.com/telescopic.htm?gclid=CKbYmqj925ECFQPslgodpjIMew
A guy on my team has on LOL
My preference is my school ruler.
LOLOLOL!!!!
As long as she tossed it when she was finished, I guess that's okay. My allergies sometimes make me want to take a fork to my eyeballs, but realistically, I know that won't help.
I sure hope the plasic knife didn't later appear along with the bagels and cream cheese.
Now THAT would be bizarre.
All I know is there is a time and a place, in your open to the world cubicle? Not the place LOL -- now I am imagining her using the knife to spread her cream cheese -- I am so totally grossed out now..........I had a very close friend in college we called spaz :) She probably would have been caught doing the same thing LOL
I believe that's what bathrooms are for.
That's disgusting. Everyone knows that's why SPORKS were invented.
Rick's precisely correct on this one.
I always use my scissors to scratch my back at work.
If I used a knife on my underarms, I'd be scared I'd scrape off all the deodorant.
Oh man...just...nevermind. I got nothin'.
Has the poor girl never heard of the ladies' room?
Bless her heart.
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