Short Conversations With My Manager

ME -  Diligently working (c'mon now no laughing) while listening to Alt Nation Online Radio.

Enter -  French Manager who is 4 years younger than me. (I shall call him Fanager)


Fanager:  What is that music playing?!

Me:  Erm, that's from the 90's....it's Nirvana dude (Nirvana - Lithium)

Fanager:  Well he should be shot!

Me:  He shot himself! In the face to be exact.  WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!
       ....oh right..QUEBEC.

For those of you who are Canadian you'll totally find the humour in that.  

So we're back to work again with all the dieting "Biggest Losers," coworkers.  
This is what my desk now looks like:

Dirty Meeses at it again.

For those who generally don't walk by my desk, I email them the above picture.  Yup I'm a chubby asshole who wants others to fail.  Not really, I always have candy for people.  It's how I make friends yo.   Just right now it reeeeeallly pisses and tempts people so it makes it all worth while. 


Enter Fanager:

Manager picks up a toffee, rolls it around in his fingers with a look of contemplation.  Manger then puts it back in the dish then proceeds to leave the office.

Me:   HEY! You can't just fondle the candies and then put them back!

Fanager starts walking down the hall.

Me:  You can't just treat them like your WOMEN! 

Fanager comes to a halt, turns around and promptly closes my office door and heads back to his office.

 
You want to hire me now don't you?