I had made a personal call from my desk at work…
and my boss overheard it.
Let me explain. I work in a call center. I was logged into my phone. My boss can “service observe” or listen in. I had forgotten all about that.
Since I was on an outgoing call for “an excessive amount of time” ie eight minutes, I was 'service observed."
[sub]Thank god I called him from my cell phone for the mushy personal stuff…[/sub]
I was then informed not to call my boyfriend while at work.
Great. My boss heard me sounding like a moron, babbling to my SO about how bad I wanted to talk to him and Funions.
[sub]We’re both addicted to Funions. The shame…[/sub]
I’m not embarrassed that I was caught being a little bit naughty at work, it’s just the idea of my boss hearing me babble to my SO.
::hangs head::
Eight minutes on the work phone and then ten on the cell outside,having a smoke.
Funions…as SP said, “gross by description, but guiltly yummy.”
**Crunchy{/b], we were discussing Funions. I wasn’t talking to the Funions. IIRC, I shook the bag and told him that I had Funions and I wasn’t sharing.
[sub]Still grateful my boss didn’t hear the “Who’s my little ferret?” ‘me’ part of the conversation.[/sub]
Crunchy
We were talking ABOUT Funions, not to the Funions themselves.
[sub]At least I didn’t ask SP if the sound of my voice was having it’s usual effect on him…talk about your TMI[/sub]
So you were gossiping about snack foods? How does that work? Have the Funions been hanging out with the Spicy Doritos or something?
[sub]Ok, I’m done now[/sub]
It’s actually spelled Funyuns, and they’re onion-flavored crunchy snacks shaped like rings and made out of almost exactly the same stuff as Cap’n Crunch (except for the flavoring, of course). Lucille Ball used to be their celebrity spokeswhore back in the 70s.
I agree that they’re a guilty pleasure. I can’t buy the big bags of them because I will be sitting and watching TV, and my hands will sneak them past my brain and into my mouth until the whole bag is gone.
