Office by Alex Penny
One girl, 7 tech guys all in one office
(L’s car was parked on the street, with not quite enough room between her back bumper and the do not park line)
Thoughts running through D’s head:
1. I was going to park behind you, but even with an inch between us, I’d be over the line.
2. I couldn’t get in from behind, but luckily I found a nice tight spot up front to squeeze into.
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L, regarding her morning routine.—
L
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.
