How do you know you work for a laid back company? I ran out of facial tissues today and had to march my ass up to the office supply room on the fourth floor. I swung by my co-worker’s desk to gossip with her about stuff because that’s how I roll. She shed some light on a budding office romance I wasn’t previously privy to. We both kill some time and walk over to the supply room, allowing more time to gossip.
Not to my surprise there weren’t any boxes of facial tissues in the cupboard. François, our diligent mailroom guy, is responsible for stocking facial tissues and other supplies. We turn the corner to François’ desk and he’s staring at his MySpace profile. 5-10 seconds later he feels our stare and turns bright red. It’s then I learn Mr. Sexy is dating a stripper named Siren. As François states, "I’m living every man’s dream". Ummm, not really, but you can think that if you want.
I grab four boxes of facial tissues, 3 boxes are for my co-workers who sit next to me, and walk back to my co-worker’s desk on the fourth floor. Two of my other female collegues inquire about the need to have four boxes of facial tissues. Yes, she was implying a certain naughty thing here. I shrugged off her funny remark and told her I frequently have sweaty palms. I sheepishly returned to my desk after this exchange because I have lots of work to do. Remember, I’m a workaholic.