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Dec. 6th, 2007 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It was bound to happen sooner or later, what the with the ultra secret way the peeps in my office pass around the birthday cards to sign.
No one signed the birthday girl's name.
Anywhere.
So I wrote the generic 'Happy Birthday' and my name and handed it off to Charlene, the woman in the desk in front of me.
She asked me who it was for, I shrugged and said I didn't know so she signed it and passed it on.
Turns out, it was for her.
Happy Birthday, Charlene. Heh.
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In a related note, we hired a total thundering loon to be the secretary. Yesterday she built an outfit around the ring her husband had gotten her for her birthday. Well, apparently the ring screamed ballerina, because that's what she chose to wear, with a flowing, fluffy chiffon skirt to her knees, tights, and ballet shoes. With a shawl.
Today, she wore a grass skirt in honor of Charlene's birthday, because Charlene grew up in Hawaii.
Luckily, the grass kept catching under the wheels of her chair and she had to change into a pair of jeans or risk destroying her skirt.
I can only thank God our boss draws the line at coconut bras.
No one signed the birthday girl's name.
Anywhere.
So I wrote the generic 'Happy Birthday' and my name and handed it off to Charlene, the woman in the desk in front of me.
She asked me who it was for, I shrugged and said I didn't know so she signed it and passed it on.
Turns out, it was for her.
Happy Birthday, Charlene. Heh.
~~~
In a related note, we hired a total thundering loon to be the secretary. Yesterday she built an outfit around the ring her husband had gotten her for her birthday. Well, apparently the ring screamed ballerina, because that's what she chose to wear, with a flowing, fluffy chiffon skirt to her knees, tights, and ballet shoes. With a shawl.
Today, she wore a grass skirt in honor of Charlene's birthday, because Charlene grew up in Hawaii.
Luckily, the grass kept catching under the wheels of her chair and she had to change into a pair of jeans or risk destroying her skirt.
I can only thank God our boss draws the line at coconut bras.
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Date: 2007-12-07 08:40 pm (UTC)We used to have a mail room clerk who'd show up at work dressed in white sweats and no underwear.
Some years later, she posed for one of those local low-end car magazines and I realized that she was restraining herself when she dressed for our office.