Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Inappropriate comment story. Not really.

So, a number of years ago I was asked to escort a new hire up to HR to fill out some paperwork. We walked up the steps and across the cube land to the HR assistant's desk. Her Desk was on the other side of a four and a half foot wall that had a writing surface on the to of it. Her desk was behind the wall and lower down at typical desk height. We politely asked for the paperwork that my coworker needed to sign. I looked down at her desk and saw two ripe plums. It was really early in the season for plums. Just as I am about say how delicious the plums look, she leans forward to grab the forms. Her blouse drops open a bit and we can see directly down her shirt. I look over at my coworker and he looks at me. She sits back in her chair. I look at her, smile and say...nothing. I say nothing because I'm not an asshole. Regardless of her being the HR assistant. That really had nothing to do with it. I'm just not a dick. I mean, I am. Just not in that way.

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