TWO former bosses (one was a professional trainer who they flew around to different sites) picked their noses while giving me a “talking to” about the unprofessional way in which I spun in my chair (once).
The woman, after digging 1/2 long silk worms out of her nose, then stroked them through her hair!
(She was always bragging about her thick lustrous hair that her husband said he loved running his fingers through. :eek: )
I looked from “Cowboy-Boot the Nose-Picking Galoot” over to “Scabby-Doo Wendy-Poo” before asking if they REALLY wanted this entire meeting to be put on the record.
“Of Course We Do! How Else will you Learn…?” :smack: :smack: :smack:
So, when I got back to my desk, I wrote down everything that happened. I then sent it, along with my resignation, to each of them. I also sent a cc of it to the President of the company, the head of HR, the president of the Parent company down in GA,
and to myself at home as a bcc (no, thats Not booger carbon copy).
“No, Wendy! The Moose may be Loose, but that Mousse is Gross…!”
(May Og have mercy on anyone in her household who uses her crusty-assed hair-brush…)