My favorite stories almost all involve other coworkers helping out the old ladies who were employed by a dry cleaners. They ranged from simple things like wildly mispronunciations of equipment that they saw and just heard how to pronounce, to borderline unbelievable like the day a coworker spent >45 minutes helping a lady get her computer working only to find out that the store only had emergency lighting because there was some power issue.
Though, the CEO/owner of that company gave me a few too. My favorite was the day he walked into our office, looked at a shithead coworker’s empty chair, then said to my manager (at full volume while a couple of us were on calls) “Hey fuck face, where’s porn boy?”
My favorite stories almost all involve other coworkers helping out the old ladies who were employed by a dry cleaners. They ranged from simple things like wildly mispronunciations of equipment that they saw and just heard how to pronounce, to borderline unbelievable like the day a coworker spent >45 minutes helping a lady get her computer working only to find out that the store only had emergency lighting because there was some power issue.
Though, the CEO/owner of that company gave me a few too. My favorite was the day he walked into our office, looked at a shithead coworker’s empty chair, then said to my manager (at full volume while a couple of us were on calls) “Hey fuck face, where’s porn boy?”