March 1st, 2007

Jareth "Bah"

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Our poor receptionist had some creepy guy come in to make a partial payment on one of his accounts, and then proceed to try to convince her to go out with him. He oozed white trash, and needless to say had a negative net worth. After he was gone, I leaned over, and in my best seductive voice asked her, "So there little lady, want some dollar store lovin? Aftewards, we can go out for corn dogs and RC cola." She cracked up laughing.
When she came back from break, I'd left a corn dog, soda, and a love poem entitled "Dollar Store Lovin'" at her desk. Apparently, this has earned me huge points with her.
Jareth "Bah"

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Oh, I also have a feeling I may be not all that far from HR banning me from mentioning ducks again at work.
As part of a separate incident along the same vein as the receptionist vs. creepy redneck, I'd begun threatening to run a particular coworker through the paper shredder and feed her remains to the ducks in the duck pond out back. Over last weekend, I purchased a half dozen mini Devil Duckies and lined her cubicle with them as a threat.
And now a number of other coworkers are upset that I haven't provided them with ducks, and creating a fuss about it.