Normally I don’t talk about my job but sometimes there are stories that need to be told or what kind of blogger am I? It’s no secret, I absolutely love my co-workers. Many of them keep me laughing all throughout the day and as many of you might expect, I have a high threshold for humor.
Yesterday at work, I heard a bit of commotion, whispering, followed by an email that came out about how going forward, we would be locking our front door.
‘Shouldn’t we have been doing this all along?’ I thought to myself.
I decided to investigate a few hours later and walked over to H, the customer service manager.
“Hey, I saw the email about the doors being locked. What happened? Jehovah’s witnesses or something?”
“No, some guy came in and started talking to S,” she said. S was the acting front desk associate while the other was out to lunch. The front desk is secluded upfront, separated from the rest of the office by a door.
“He then whips out makeup and attempts to sell it to her.”
“Shut up!” I said in disbelief.
“No seriously! At one point, he even offered to put the makeup on S.”
“Oh..my..God!” I said, cupping my face, trying to stifle my giggles. This simply was too much. S is the funniest woman I’ve ever met. She’s funnier than me. She can tell a story like nobodies business so to be a fly on the wall to see her reaction to this dude, would have been priceless.
“It gets better,” S says, leaning in conspiratorially. “He then asks if other women work here and if he can put makeup on them.”
“Oh sweet Jesus, this isn’t happening!”
At that moment I had a complete scenario run through my head. Our co-worker A, sells makeup on the side. She is a petite, pretty woman with a very soft voice. She was currently on vacation, hence why I was standing in her cube, talking through the sliding glass to H.
“Oh my God, wouldn’t it have been hilarious if A was here and came running out to confront this man? Like a drug dealer, claiming her territory? I would have given anything for her to been like, ‘bitch, this is my corner! You better bounce!'”
Later, after a call to the police, we found out we weren’t the only business Mr. Mary Kay visited. He made the savvy business decision to attempt to sell his cosmetics to the employees of the Nissan dealership next door. A completely logical choice, given the predominately male workforce there consisting of mechanics and salesmen.
Bravo to stupidity! Without it, where would I get half of my stories?