Yeah, I'm gonna get firfed from work.

Ok, the tittle was in jest. I’m not going to get fired. But still, what the hell was my friend and I thinking?

At work we have this conference room where all the upper management folk have there daily meetings. In order for me and my friend to leave the building we have to pass by this conference room.

The problem is that the wall that separates us from them is: The bottom half of the wall is just a wall but the top half is all glass. So it is not at all uncommon for the managers to waive you in there to talk about this or that.

So it’s the end of our shift. My friend and I just want to go home but we are afraid to leave because we KNOW that the managers are going to waive us in there. We are intent on trying to avoid them because they want to talk to us about this project we’ve been working on. A project that is taking longer than we told them it would take. So we want to avoid them at least until we finish the project.

So my friend and I are standing at the threshold. If we take one step further, management will see us and tell us to come in:

Me: “What are we gonna do man?”

Friend: “Lets just run by there and act like we don’t see them if they call us in.”

Me: “Are you crazy? That’s a safety violation.”

Friend: “Well, we’re just gonna have to talk to them then.”

Me: “Let’s just get on our hands and knees and crawl past. They wont see us then”

Friend: “Are you serious?”

Me: “Yeah lets do it.”

So both of us giddy like a couple of school boys, get on our hand and knees and start to crawl past the CR. Half way out we run in to of all people, the Main Guy. AS in the head of all the upper management team.

We stopped dead in our tracks. Frightened like a couple of deer in the head lights.

Boss: “What the heck are you guys doing?”

Me: I’m too shocked to make any words come out of my mouth.

Friend: “We just want to go home man.”

Boss: “And I take it that they (The managers) want you in there?”

Both: “Um, yeah.”

Boss: [laughs] “Alright, go on, I’ll cover for ya.”

We both breathe a sigh of reliefe and head on out.

Boss: “AND GET OFF YOUR HANDS AND KNEES FCOL!”

I don’t have any comment on your story, I just came in here to find out what it meant to get “firfed”.

Oh, you are ***so ***gonna get firfed.

That’s what you get for being a fcol :slight_smile:

My next D&D character is going to be named Fcol Firfed. (Or should I say, he’ll be tittled Fcol Firfed? :wink: )

Helluva mental image there - thanks for that!

P.S. You two SOOOO owe Main Guy. You do know that, right? Someday you may get a mysterious call in the middle of the night about that “favor” you owe …

hahahahahaha
Thanks for that.
Firfed.

OMG.

Let that be a lesson to you. Keep a wig and makeup stashed in a drawer so you can disguise yourselves as women when you want to get out unnoticed. :wink:

I can’t wait to leave work tonight. Maybe I should firf may way out. Or would that be fcolish?

I’m firfing in about two minutes, man.

The thing is, my boss doesn’t have a window on his door, and his office is in the opposite direction from how I have to leave. And I don’t even think he’s in there.

Can I still firf?

I’m going for the character name of Jesting Tittle.

Since he can’t see you, you can probably firf all your little black heart desires.

Personally, I’d waive the firfing and fcol instead.

You can firf if you want to
You can leave your boss behind

The story was great, but it was the riffing on “fool” and “firfed” that made me Let’s go to the quarry and throw stuff down there!

Every once in awhile, life does imitate a bad sitcom plot.

Umm, I read “fcol” as “for crying out loud.” Am I the only one?

J.

You guys crack me the hell up. :smiley:

OK, this is just getting sad now.

I appears that your boss has waved his right to firf you for your fcolish attempt to avoid being waived at.