Office by Alex Penny
One girl, 7 tech guys all in one office
What happens when D tests things out using your phone number.
Something we need for our office.
D: These cherries are flaccid.
P: Are you gonna eat those?
S: You can eat my flaccid cherries.
P: nom nom nom nom.
If only those were the kind of mix ups we dealt with.
Client: “I just want you to know that we here at the company really frown on office romances.”
Me: “That won’t be an issue. I’m already in a steady relationship.”
Client: “Well, then that’s just disgusting what you did!”
Me: “What?”
Client: “I wasn’t going to mention it, but now I feel…
1: Where are the strippers?
2: Right there
1: No the other ones, I don’t like those strippers
2: I don’t know, I’m sure I could find some in the phone book (pause) sorry (looking at me)
I am the only girl working in a robotics lab, they were wiring the robot.
Cake for the company party…
Truly inaproprioate behavior and one that D is always found violating by playing Twilight on the TV in the middle of the office.
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D, explaining why he was working from this morning.This is my coworkers desktop photo - usually just the tip is exposed.
d: We’ll need to make sure L gets on top of that. Everyday, not just once a week.
D: I tell her that all the time.
