Day Job

So really, my day job is the sort of thing you can't make up.

I walked in one day to find the wall of the reception area covered, seriously, plastered with bright orange postits.
On them were things like:

"Men have free will.
Women do not, they are too dangerous."

"Ex convicts should be discriminated against as much as homosexuals"

"Genetic diversity is needed YOU FOOLS!!"

"All you bad girls, who put this here? The boss man with his pimp hand is (unintelligible)"

"The gene pool must be broadened to survive the upcoming Solar Event"

Yeah.

My boss once asked me to sort all the papers in his office into two piles.
One for "yellow pages" and one for "everything else".
I'm shocked that he hasn't asked me to sort skittles by color.

My coworker routinely moonwalks out of my office, or does the "Dolphin Dance", which looks more like a seizure than anything else.
Sometimes he can be found playing Magic Online instead of meeting with clients.

My other boss mostly tries to get me to go to her house after work to drink a lot of beer.
I like her.
She is my favorite.