Conan...Shatner...and a Poem

Dorkus Pinkslipus

Ah, friends, it's been a while since I've had something worthy of the Dorkbloggers pantheon of truly bad moves.

But I am Dork, hear me stutter and stammer and try to explain.

See, it's like this. There's this stupid box of tampons in the ladies room at work. They were donated by my arch nemesis, the Eeeeeevil Accountant. To stress her benevolence, she put a note on them.

The note said "Anyone can use."

Anyone? I think not.

I smirked at this stewpid note for weeks, and finally, I could resist no more. I wish I could say that I searched far and wide for an alternate picture, but I didn't. I used the one I knew I had at work, the one of the Uber Boss and I at Halloween. I cut myself out of the picture, put a question mark in a little bubble over his head, and taped it onto the note so he was laughing as he read her note.

I started freaking world war three. An international incident. Severing all diplomatic ties and withdrawing the staff from the embassy. Anyone staying in country would be on their own.

Rather than take it the way I had intended it, as a dig at the author of the note, the Eeeevil accountant decided that someone had called the Uber bosses' masculinity into question, and she rushed it to him. Presented in such a scandalized, hysterical tone, everyone interpreted it the same way she had. What the?

Oh, shit, wait, no, that.. um... hey, no one was looking at the mild mannered dork at the front of the bus, because they all read vicious evil intentions into the damned thing. I could just skate by unscathed...not.

I tried all day to speak to the Uber boss alone, to explain how hideously wrong it had all gone, but HIS boss was there, too. I finally sent him an email, and he called me while I was on the phone. I trudged to his office to grovel, and he LAUGHED at me as I closed the door.

The Uber Boss, being the coolest guy ever to get stuck in management, saw exactly where I had been trying to go. He appreciated that I told him that there wasn't some employee secretly carrying out weird grudges against him, just a dork with no sense of foresight.

My Friends, based on the office hysteria, I totally dodged a pink slip today, due to my dorky nature. Thank you lord tiny baby jeebus for giving me a boss with a sense of humor. (I put on a bald cap two years ago and took a picture sitting at his desk with my feet up--this may have been my second close call).

Just borrowing from the wonder that is Stumble...

Oh, God.

Fashion Dorksaster vol 2

 

Cutting Edge fashion Statement?

or

Damned Fool wearing the equivalent of the emperor's new necklace?

IF you cannot read the fine print in the corner, this stunning Yves Saint Laurent necklace is priced at $1165.00. No, I didn't stutter. Not only was this necklace made, but someone actually put a twelve hundred dollar price tag on it with a straight face. Did you ever see the episode of Lucy where Fred and Ricky trick the girls into wearing burlap sacks as the latest Paris fashions? Just wondering...

You may NOT be a dorkblogger if:

Dorkbloggers may not be the home for you if:

Either of the above graphics appear anywhere on your MySpace Page (Thirteen is OBVIOUSLY too young to be on the internet), or if you had to ask who was pictured in the previous post.

And can I add? Typos? Dorkblogger all the way. Deliberate misspellings for "street cred"? Go back to MySpace. Is that wrong of me to say?