The following is a conversation I had with my boss sometime around lunch a couple of days ago. We pride ourselves on our communication and clarity:Boss: "Catherine... could you come in here for a second?"
[Catherine, on her way out the door to the water cooler with cup in hand to calm the spicy pasta taste in her mouth, pauses at the door of B's office.]
Catherine: "Sure, what's up?"
B: "Can you review this email on my screen to see if it's offensive?"
C: "Hold on a second... my mouth is on fire. Let me get some water really fast."
[C, upon returning to her office, sees Boss wandering around and looking quizically at her computer.]
C: "Ok, I'm back. My mouth is okay now. Let's look at that email."
B: "Ooohh. You said your MOUTH was on fire. I thought you said your MOUSE was on fire. I came in here wondering how you were going to put out the fire by dunking it in water."
[Note: I use a laptop. I don't even have a mouse].
2 comments:
I would sympathize, but my office has it's own communication problems. For example, a mere two days ago my boss and his paralegal discussed ejaculation by asphyxiation in the open office. I almost vomited. I seem to be plagued by these type of offices. You should ask Lyndsay about our B&P meetings. At one meeting everyone figured out their own stripper name (first pet's name plus first street you lived on name, or something fun like that). Fun!
Stacey
Oh the fun I miss. From a secret admirer
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