Actually You Do Have To Be Mad to Work Here.....
I went into the office today only to find my boss was in one her 'red' phases. To show us all how 'left wing' she is, she has decided to take the whole office out to see some left-wingers shouting on a stage or a 'great wee political play' as she put it. I should point out that the staff consist of two people who have never voted, one Tory, a couple of floating voters and me. I don't mind a play that makes a point but when it's at the expense of entertainment value I don't see the attraction in it. I have no great desire to be preached at.
For some reason one of the staff got very confused and called her husband to tell him 'the fuckin work are forcin us aw tae go tae The Vagina Monologues' and spent the next ten minutes ranting about 'gaun tae watch a load a shite aboot fannies', to the intense amusement of the other staff. We are not going to see 'The Vagina Monologues', it was never suggested. I did point out that we will be treated to the 'vagina monologue' after the play, when we go to the pub to allow our boss to hold court. God help us all. What is it about management that robs a human being of any sense of how boring they are?
I am desperately trying to think of somewhere else I need to be on that evening. Still it's nearly the end of the week which cheers me up immensely.