Office space-outs
Things you would never hear in an office down south:
Co-worker: "Excuse me. *small burp* Excuse me. *small burp* (looks at me) I'm hicking-up. I'm hicking-up!"
JS: "You mean hick-upping?"
CW: "Yes, I'm hicking-up" (In broken English). Oh, hick-up! I'm hick-up-ing!
*phone rings*
JS: Good afternoon, CBC.
Woman Caller: Is (coworker) there?
JS: No, sorry, she's busy right now. Would you like her voice mail?
WC: Can you leave her a message?
JS: (ultra-cheery voice!) Of course (most of the time people just hang up on me)
WC: Can you tell her to get her son to stop bothering me? (His name). Her son. He's bugging me. Can you ask her to tell him to stop?
JS: (somewhat speechless) You sure you don't want to leave a message on her answering machine. (Fearing this was something personal I shouldn't really know...)
WC: I have four kids. And they are little. He's half-drunk. Can you ask her to get him to stop bugging me? He's bugging me.Just tell her. Bye.
JS: (Stares at receiver. Writes awkward message on sticky note for co-worker. Wonders about this place sometimes.)
4 comments:
LOL I wouldn't worry about privacy on that second one. Sounds like pretty standard Northern behaviour. :)
LOL, true. But I love and respect this woman, and wouldn't want to hurt her or her family by saying their real names :)
Oh yeah, I'm not suggesting you put their names on the blog... Just as far as you knowing something you shouldn't know about the family... I wouldn't worry too much about that one. Probably everyone who knows her knows about her drunk son.
Oops! Misunderstood. Agreed though.
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