
Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue…
Please check with current HR polices concerning possible displays of perceived affection towards a co-worker before somebody sues.
“Hey there, little lady. You must be the newest, sweetest addition to the HR staff around here.”
And you must be Mr. Swoomy from Accounting. I’ve heard an awful lot about you, including the way you continually violate company dress code by unbuttoning your shirt down to the navel. Do you mind fixing that oversight before having a seat?
“Oh, sorry about that, darlin’. It’s just so hard keeping all this masculine energy contained during my work day. I do apologize if I’ve ‘hot ‘n’ bothered’ you.”
Um, right. Anyway, I have three complaints here on my desk from three different members of the customer service staff concerning some gifts you may have given them.
“I find that extremely hard to believe, mademoiselle.”
It’s Ms. Morris to you, Mr. Swoomy. And do you mean you find the allegations hard to believe?
“Not at all. I find it hard to believe they’re complaining at all. Those red wines are some of the finest from Columbia Valley, Washington, you know, Ms. Mmm-Mmm-Mmmmmm-Morris. With Valentine’s Day coming up, I thought maybe those lonely ladies could use a little something to cheer them up. I can’t imagine why they are so worked up over it.”
Really? Perhaps the card you left with the wine you left on Ms. Dayton’s desk could give us a clue. “Let’s get a little Naked on my bear-skin rug next week.”
“The wine, Ms. Morris, is the 2009 Naked Merlot from Naked Winery. I also happen to have an old bear-skin rug that I don’t want any more near my fireplace. I thought maybe she’d like some nice conversation over a glass of cherry and ripe plum flavors with a hint a chocolate. I was just merely pointing out that she didn’t need to feel bad if she got some on the rug.”
I see. And the Pinot Noir you left on Ms. Johnson’s desk.
“Also Naked, I might add. The 2009 Naked Pinot Noir, to be exact. It’s ruby in color, ripe black cherries on the nose, and a velvety, ahem, mouthfeel.”
Uh huh. The card you left her reads, “With me, you don’t have to worry about a bad VD.”
“Well I don’t believe anyone deserves a bad Valentine’s Day, Ms. Morris. That kind of thing can spread through an office and really hurt morale, I think. And before you get to the 2008 Penetration Cabernet I gave to Ms. Chambers, I would just like to point out that I have no control over what a winery names its wines. I’d be fan of the dark black cherry flavors with hints of vanilla and eucalyptus no matter what it was called.”
I don’t doubt that, Mr. Swoomy. But do you have an explanation for the motel room key and the glazed donut with what appears to be a gas station hot dog through the middle of it sitting on her desk?
”...You’re a cold one, Ms. Morris. Ice cold. I like that in a woman.”
That’s nice, Mr. Swoomy. Here are your exit documents. Please pack your things and return these to me before you leave today.
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