4.07.2009

So Long, Farewell

My boss was fired yesterday. It was a completely surreal event, and I'm still trying to take in the fact I'm never going to see him again. As a tribute, I offer my "example blog post" I sent to Pointer when we were initially talking about blogging together:

My boss, the newish COO, is the only man who doesn't wear jeans to the office. He wears a full fucking suit and tie every day. He's older, tall, lanky, and a self-professed weird quiet guy. He was a priest for Halloween.

So we're all sitting at the potluck table, potlucking, chitchatting. I (dressed as Popeye) am talking to my a coworker (dressed as Queen Elizabeth with full tiara) and sitting next to my priest boss and a girl in an adult size onesie.

Popeye/me: "So...what the do you think the queen carries in that little purse of hers. She always has the damn thing."
Priest/boss [no hesitation, straight faced, just before taking a bite of food]: "--Condoms."

Good luck, bossie. Hope you find somethin better.

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