I recently had another lapse in judgment. While anxiously awaiting the weekend, I devised a plan to excite my fellow workers.
The plan consisted of a small boom box and enough sequins to blind Richard Simmons.
At roughly two o’clock the music began to play, and I emerged from the bathroom dressed in a sparkling jumpsuit constructed the previous night while watching Roker On the Road. The music blared through the halls, as I danced to Lover Boy.
Everybody is working for the weekend I thought. I was wrong.
Apparently, Gary has to work until five on Saturday and Loraine until six. Ted, Carol, and Franklin are working on Sunday. I was disappointed to find out that I too would be working Saturday afternoon, something I could have realized by simply looking at the calendar.
For the second weekend in a row I would miss my paid programming, fingers crossed they don’t air the Gazelle episode.
I finished the dance to stay strong for my coworkers, but inside I was a mess.
After the dance, my boss called me into his splendid office where we spent the next fifty minutes discussing the sexual harassment policy.
I guess in the midst of my gyrations, unbeknownst to me, a second person became part of the show. According to my boss, he appeared shy at first, but later gained confidence. I examined the suit, and the threading had snapped. Therefore, I am currently entrenched in a legal battle with Sunbeam.
In the plus column, I finally succeeded in my attempt to spread joy and excitement. People laughed for the remainder of the day. I could see them pointing at me, and I can only assume that they were saying, “there he is, that’s the guy that cheered us up that one time!”
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