So late yesterday the New Girl (she's been here for two years, but who's counting) runs into my office (cubicle) with wide eyes and pointing to a red-penned note with the word "SH I T." written across it and motioning for me to come downstairs.
Apparently the night before she had printed her resume on the community printer after everyone had gone home and got side-tracked so she never picked it out of the tray.
She had completely forgotten about it until Tits Magee (her superior) placed her resume and college transcripts into her mail slot this afternoon.
Ol' Titsy hung on to them all day waiting for the perfect moment to strike and now New is freaking out (rightfully so).
Lesson of the day?
Tits always knows.
No comments:
Post a Comment