Tears of a Clown
So, I was recently transferred to the provincial offices of my agency. Folks from the central office don't make it out here very often, so it feels very much like a fiefdom, lorded over by Bewigged Betty, office manager of miserly supply distribution and wild dashikis.
Betty takes full advantage of the office's isolation by decorating it entirely to suit the whims of her questionable taste. A brief inventory of Betty's wall decorations:
- 1973 art show print of geishas mincing through a garden
- Woodblock-style print of a Nubian princess, in profile
- Relief print of trout leaping from a stream--it's in 3D!
- Mirror painted with a scene involving two clown angels greeting a sad and newly-deceased clown into heaven
- Read that last one again. Why on earth would you buy such a thing? And hang it on a wall? In a professional office?
Oh yeah, we have mice. And the attorney next to me listens to his voicemail on speaker with his door open. HULK SMASH!
posted by turalura at Tuesday, August 22, 2006
1 Comments:
Oh man, that cracks me up. Honestly though, MyBoss told me about the furnishings and decorations in your new office were mostly dumpster picks. I guess in The Old Organization that Dare Not Speak Its Name there was no money for things like chairs, tables, or decent wall art, so Bewigged Betty took to dumpster diving to outfit the office - which is why there were milkcrates holding up the reception desk until a few weeks ago. I've seen this sort of mentality at other organizations I worked for where people just don't believe that they need nice furnishings or that the look of the office, dead clowns to ratty carpet, has any effect on their clients. Even still, it's hard for me to believe that someone would even pull that stuff from the dumpster and say - oh this will be great for the waiting room!
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