I was reading a blog today and the author wrote about everyday jerks. He had apparently had a day full of them and he had to stop....take a breath....and make a conscious effort to move past them and ignore their quest to suck the life out of him.
Life is full of jerks and they have this uncanny ability to know when one is attacking...then they seem to chime in and just add to the misery. Sorta like mosquitoes. Damn, it's like they smell the annoyance on ya.
I had a complaint yesterday about my desk--or I should say, what was on my desk. Oh, the jerk couldn't come to me directly and say something. Noooooo. They've got to say it to the temp across from me because, you know, that would be appropriate course of action. I guess the temp was supposed to pass on the information so that I would remove the object in question and they wouldn't have to confront me on such ridiculousness.
Oh, the temp did say something....but it was about how asinine the comment was. And yes, we had a good chuckle over the whole thing...but still......
The object in question? The yodeling pickle:
The comment was "This is inappropriate for the desk of someone in HR."
Now, the packaging has nothing inappropriate, no innuendo, no suggestion of anything other than it is a pickle that yodels. There is no joke, no naked pickle photos or twerking pickles--it is just a pickle...that just happens to yodel. And no, there has not been any suggestive pickle dancing or yodeling in excess or at inappropriate times--I think I have played it 5 times since last week Thursday.
So, I'm trying to figure out what the offensive part is. And why this jerk has made a fuss.
While I wait for the call in to the boss's office, I shall work on ignoring such pettiness--oh, and the other jerks who made rude comments about my age and general dorkiness later in the day. See? They gather and attack in groups. Apparently jerkiness runs in numbers.
Ask me again why I work part-time.
As for the pickle....I happen to think it's funny.