dignity at work
hot desking may or may not be a policy you have heard of. i cant be arsed to explain, but you all have google so off you pop if you don't.

i have. And this story involves a greek.

A greek called george. well, crazy george to be accurate. He was often called this behind his back. and to his face as well.

We were having a prolonged period of hotdesking at work due to a lack of space in the office, and as everyone knows in this situation, whoever shows up earliest gets the pick of the seating on that day.

I was fractionally too late to bag my usual spot and had to look elsewhere. So i chose to sit where crazy george had popped himself the day before. This was my first error.

The second error was suggesting to the mad greek that if he would like his desk back he should physically move me. By this i actually meant he should wheel me down the bank of desks to the next one, which was free, but didnt have a mouse.

He took it as some sort of threat of violence and ran off to complain to the boss. bah.

Third mistake was thinking nothing else of it. i got pulled up by the centre manager a few days later. i thought i was geetting a promotion but when she told me that it was about the loony greek i actually blubbed. true story that.

the moral of the story? there isnt one. life is just a sequence of random events.

The other time this pc crap became relevant was when we made out that Bob Taylor had a smack habit. This went on for a number of months. Until we all got pulled in for a meeting about it. Then we switched to making out that he liked the rasmus. which he secretly does.

carry on then
(harestylenumber1 loves weiner, Thu 22 Nov 2007, 15:09, Reply)