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Wednesday, Jan. 19, 2005 - 5:05 P.M. In yet another entry in which I show you just how much time I waste at work, I offer the following electronic correspondence. First, a preface� My boss does not have a sense of humor. He�s a nice man, I respect him and all, but we�re not elbowing each other in the ribs with jokes and we certainly don�t e-mail funnies back and forth. We aren�t crackin� wise with each other at the water cooler. So, when he attempts humor or, at the very least, whimsical (albeit, in this case, somewhat sexist) quips, it turns my world upside down. It really, really throws me off. FROM: Client A FROM: Boss FROM: Purplecigar FROM: Boss PURPLE: I said �clerical error"... . I didn't say MY clerical error. Even though it, uh, was. So, yes. I guess you need to start a chart. Surely the positive column will be longer than the negative... ? BOSS: No doubt, but it's the spread that counts! FROM: Purplecigar TOTHEFLOOR: Spread? I do not understand these terms of gambling. And from there it progressed into a discussion about lunch. So, as you can imagine from reading the above, I have to run. I�m extremely busy. You Give Me Fervor - Friday, Feb. 17, 2006 � Purplecigar � � |