In my office it seems that smoking is an accepted stop-work activity. These smokers ‘need’ a smoke and therefore they pop outside for ten minutes a few times a day to have a puff. They are addicted. Well, it just so happens I am addicted to reading. I wonder if I might be able to pop downstairs for a quick ‘chapter’ a few times a day…
“Filthy habit I know. I have been meaning to quit but when I see someone else thumbing a paperback I just need a hit of text…”
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Of all people I could imagine you having the chutzpah to try and pull that off.
ReplyDeleteI pity the poor fool who is given the task of questioning/disciplining you HAHA
You would be all like "Oh so I shouldnt be doing that?... If i had known that reading books outisde was against policy I would not have done it.
Now, just to clarify, shortening my lifespan through engaging ina socially offensive act is ok on company time but braodening my knowledge base and language skills isn't? Hmmm? Interesting..."
I would HAVE to be there!
LOL
You know what I think is even grosser? People with food addictions who indulge in the common break room. At my old job, there were these 2 obese people who would prepare these huge lunches and gorge themselves in the lunchroom every day. It meant that no one else could eat at the same time they did because it was SO disgusting.
ReplyDeleteThey would also pick bits out of other people's lunches and then put the containers back in the frudge. Once time, they ate the jam center out of someone's birthday cake and then put the 2 sponge layers back!
They did eventually make a policy about smoking though: you had to clock out for your cigarette breaks. That seemed to shut people up.
I had a supervisor once who was an insatiable masturbator.
ReplyDeleteThere I was thinking he had bowel problems, until one day he came back after a 45 minute toilet break and as I approached (to deliver his long list of missed calls) he smirked and said "hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do, right?"
I had a little bit of vomit come up the back of my throat, and for some reason I couldn't bring myself to swallow.