SHENANIGANS AT WORK
I work in insurance. Typical reaction: Boring with a capital B. So an insurance office has to be duller than dishwater right? Not our office; far from it. Dont believe me do you?
Sampling of typical conversations at work:
Lady 1: Can you believe I just got a medical bill from a Dr. Decock?
Lady 2: Oh yeah? Well, I have a hearing at the Board tomorrow with Judge Pussey.
Me: Oh, oh, I have been sitting so long my foot has fallen asleep.
Lady 3: Oh the poor thing, now it is going to stay awake all night.
On Halloween, we had an office full of witches and warlords and everything in between. I wonder what the people whose claims we administer would have thought if they had happened to wander in.
A colleague decided that she needed a broom to complete her witch outfit. She went into the broom closet and helped herself to a rather old and misused one. She left it at her desk that day. She came in to work the next morning and voila!!!! a brand new broom!!!. (The cleaning lady had, out of the goodness of her heart, exchanged the old one for a nice new one.) The expression on her face sent us all into peals of laughter so loud that the supervisor had to come and get us all to quiet down.
Our office has to be the worst place for anyone on a diet. I am definitely blaming the office for all the extra rolls of fat I now lug around. There is simply so much food lying around. Cookies, chocolate, donuts, and if that wasn’t enough, every time we had a training, the trainers would order in yet more food. Probably to make sure people would attend.
So when the Weightwatchers program was announced, it was felt people would make a beeline for it. But not here. To date I think they have been able to recruit 6 people, two of whom were managers who were compelled to set an example for the rest of us. Well, we obviously believe in being fat and jolly.
A colleague’s birthday and since she loved Starbucks coffee, her workstation was decorated with empty cups and cup holders with green, black and white helium balloons to match. We all thought it looked gorgeous until we got an email the next day stating that the balloons had to come down the same day they went up. The reason? Our manager was mad at being woken up twice in the middle of the night by phone calls informing her that there were intruders on our premises. The swaying balloons had apparently set off the motion sensors triggering the phone calls.
I rest my case.
Sampling of typical conversations at work:
Lady 1: Can you believe I just got a medical bill from a Dr. Decock?
Lady 2: Oh yeah? Well, I have a hearing at the Board tomorrow with Judge Pussey.
Me: Oh, oh, I have been sitting so long my foot has fallen asleep.
Lady 3: Oh the poor thing, now it is going to stay awake all night.
On Halloween, we had an office full of witches and warlords and everything in between. I wonder what the people whose claims we administer would have thought if they had happened to wander in.
A colleague decided that she needed a broom to complete her witch outfit. She went into the broom closet and helped herself to a rather old and misused one. She left it at her desk that day. She came in to work the next morning and voila!!!! a brand new broom!!!. (The cleaning lady had, out of the goodness of her heart, exchanged the old one for a nice new one.) The expression on her face sent us all into peals of laughter so loud that the supervisor had to come and get us all to quiet down.
Our office has to be the worst place for anyone on a diet. I am definitely blaming the office for all the extra rolls of fat I now lug around. There is simply so much food lying around. Cookies, chocolate, donuts, and if that wasn’t enough, every time we had a training, the trainers would order in yet more food. Probably to make sure people would attend.
So when the Weightwatchers program was announced, it was felt people would make a beeline for it. But not here. To date I think they have been able to recruit 6 people, two of whom were managers who were compelled to set an example for the rest of us. Well, we obviously believe in being fat and jolly.
A colleague’s birthday and since she loved Starbucks coffee, her workstation was decorated with empty cups and cup holders with green, black and white helium balloons to match. We all thought it looked gorgeous until we got an email the next day stating that the balloons had to come down the same day they went up. The reason? Our manager was mad at being woken up twice in the middle of the night by phone calls informing her that there were intruders on our premises. The swaying balloons had apparently set off the motion sensors triggering the phone calls.
I rest my case.
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