Got Back?

A while ago it was decided that I needed more supervision at work. This is probably true, since I spend a healthy portion of my day bullshitting and the remainder of it fucking off.
To that end, I was moved from my cave in the rear of the building to a nice sunny office with a window right up front.

It’s pretty awesome because the window looks right out onto the entry way and coke machine, so I see everyone that comes and goes. Even better, the girls do all kinds of hilarious things while standing at the coke machine. The goal, of course, is to get the others to laugh while they’re on the phone to the customer.

The best way to do this is a dance we call “The Butt Dance”. It’s exactly as it sounds. You turn around and while the top half of your body stays still you jiggle your bottom half like a tub of opaque pink Jello in Levi’s.

So today, I’m out at the Coke machine getting ready to push the Dr. Pepper button and notice both my office mates on the phone and one of them looks pretty pissed off. Perfect timing for the Butt Dance. So there I am, Butt Dancing when a car alarm goes off. And then another. And then a third.

So I bought the Diet Coke instead.