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I just yelled, “Motherf*ckin’ Crap on a Cracker!” (copy machine trouble, you see) right outside our office conference room, inside of which sits a person waiting for her job interview to work here. Oops.
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I love my boss. Out in the lot to the south of this building, there are several parking spaces dedicated to people coming into this office, either to work (like, say, ME) or to conduct business. In front of each space is a LARGE sign delineating the purpose of said parking spaces (actually, they say “[Auntie EM’s Workplace] Employee Parking ONLY”) and stating that people who park there outside of the aforementioned circumstances will be towed.
The first time that SkipMagic ever came to visit me at work, even HE didn’t park there, because (a) he’s literate, and (b) he wasn’t sure he should take any chances, because the signs sounded like they meant business.
Nonetheless, it NEVAHHH fails that people who are NOT employees of or visitors to this office will park there. Some days my boss simply places a Xeroxed note on the offender’s winshield, warning that this parking is reserved. If he’s in a pissy mood, or catches a repeat offender, he’ll call the cops and have a ticket issued (I think they run about 75 bucks or so for the offender).
Today, however, he was my hero. I came back from a lunch run to find not one, but TWO offending cars parked in our spaces. Now, normally I don’t tattle on these folks (I let my boss detect the offenders himself), but I have a favorite space, you see, and it just ticks me off when someone parks in MY SPACE (my coworkers and I seem to have reached some tacit agreement about whose space is whose).
So I told. Narc’d on both of those motherf*ckers.
And unfortunately for the motherf*ckers, the spots they’d “stolen” put both of their cars (turns out, in fact, that they were together) in between MY car and my coworker’s car . . .
. . . so my boss pulled his big old van up behind them, perpendicular to the parking spaces, so that now they were blocked on all sides by the employees of this office (well, three sides, anyway, the 4th side being blocked by a curb, a row of trees, and mounds of dog poo), and neither one of them could get out.
Let me say again: I love my boss.
(He eventually strolled out there to find two very unhappy men trying to get into his van so that they could put it in gear and push it out of the way. They seemed to take offense, he said, at his voiced concerns about their literacy level. At any rate, he figured they’d learned their lesson, and so moved his van and let them go.)
- Damn! I forgot to put on deodorant today.
Well, those are my three MPSIMS items for today. . . add your own!