Friday, May 20, 2005 Heads up.
It's an open Balto-secret where I work. I don't go out of my way to hide identifying details, because I'm a fucking nobody, and who the hell cares, right? Like, it's really rare that I have to duck the papparazzi, and when it does come up, I don't actually duck.
Here's the thing: today in a little lull before closing, I did one of the pathetic things I do to stay diverted with the materials at hand, and I counted the number of customers that I'd dealt with personally, face to face. It was like, a hundred and six or something.
Think of one hundred six people that you know. Are any of them effing crazy? Are any of them ever inappropriate? Now think about another couple hundred people, and that's roughly the number of people I get facetime with each week, out there in, as they say on the damn internet, "RL". And then there's another week, and another, and the hits just keep on coming.
Now, imagine a boss. Perhaps, in the past, you've had a boss. Would your boss like it if you took out a giant billboard telling amusing stories about your workplace?
Word to the wise, localzzz: don't link my name or this blog to the proper name of my workplace. Google is watching you right now. If you don't know, now you know. posted by Frenz | 5/20/2005 08:43:00 PM
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