Farce at the workplace!

[azurelunatic]

Wednesday, I ran into a woman at the bus stop. She was
being utterly psycho and profane; I took exception to
her word choice, and cussed her out in return. She
went really psycho then.

I was not expecting to come in to work and see my
elder clone going over a monitor report with the short
little blonde ferret-faced woman with the considerable
natural bustle and glasses. Not at all. I sort of hid.
They were talking it over right by my desk...

I had to tell my co-workers exactly why I was turning
pink, hiding behind my hair, and going "Um..." a lot.
They laughed at me.

After that, Phone Call In Supervisor fielded an irate
respondent who said that the CEO of their company had
gone on a hunting trip with the CEO of our company,
that had been sponsored by our company, and they'd
bagged a moose. And the front half of the moose (head,
etc.) had been mounted as a trophy. So far, so good.
But the other half of the moose had disappeared
somewhere in the process. And if our company did not
cough up the other half-moose, this guy was sueing.

Um.

Yeah.

I'm sure there's some kind of lesson in there
somewhere.

Comments

[ornjkitty.livejournal.com]

It truly is a bizarre world, in which someone will sue for possession of the ass end of a moose! What were they planning on doing with the darned thing? Dip it in chocolate and eat it?
[Or was it their CEO who went missing? In cases like this, it is sometimes hard to tell.]

[azurelunatic]

Moose meat, in sausage, stew, or any number of other preparations, is awfully tasty. I know this as an Alaskan (though I've rarely eaten it myself).

By this time, however, the question may be academic.

[ornjkitty.livejournal.com]

Yes, I can understand that. Did they bother to worry about the meat BEFORE they sent it to the taxidermist, though?

[azurelunatic]

Haven't the foggiest. I got the vague impression that the responsibility for the meat was the one party's, and the responsibility for the taxidermy was the other party's.