I cannot come up with a name for my new workplace.
I need a moniker for every workplace I have, one to mutter under my breath or to make desperate jokes about, to preserve my mental health balance. Perhaps it's only to make my life seem more dramatic. Consequently, I have worked in places known (at least to myself, and maybe to my blog readers) as The Little Shop of Harmony, Heartburn Hotel, The Supermarket ( a hotel ), The Chicken Coop and Magic Valley.
But the name of this one eludes me.
It shouldn't be that difficult, considering it's a tiny office with some interesting characters, such as the alpha male boss who just got a new tattoo ( a massive skull and crossbones ) and the tiny Chinese girl who asks me things like "If you say 'Satan', will something terrible come?" while a frustrated coworker is shouting the name of that particular devil over and over in the next room.
2 comments:
Hmm. a most vexing conundrum. Those other names added to the joys of discovering your tales and travails.
Everything does seem more interesting when you don't call it by its real name.
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