Random Thoughts by a Random Thinker...Tales from Beyond Left Field. An almost daily blog of short stories for those with short attention spans.
WARNING: The posts you are about to read may contain dirty words like the "F" bomb. If you don't like dirty words, like the "F" bomb, some posts may offend you. The posts are intended to create laughter. Go ahead and read them, shoot your drink out your nose or pee your pants laughing...it will be OK...laughter truly is the best medicine...ENJOY!
I was on an important conference call one morning when one of my interns showed up at my office door dancing around like there was a major issue. I pointed to my phone and held my hand to my ear making the universal “I’m on the phone” gesture. He kept dancing around like my 3 year old daughter when she has to pee. He wouldn’t go away so I put the call on mute and waved him in. I didn’t realize that I had locked my door when I shut it for the meeting, so I expected him to walk in. He reached for the handle and “BAM!” His face hit the door window and left a huge face grease mark on the glass. I immediately burst into laughter. I knew it had to hurt but it was so frickin funny. He must have thought that he didn’t turn the knob enough before trying to open the door so “BAM!” He did it again! I started laughing harder. He glared through the window with a look of confusion as to why the door wouldn’t open. I walked to the door and let him in. It turned out all the hub-bub was just to ask me to leave early that day. So we chatted for a second. I put him in his place and explained what warranted interrupting me when my office door was shut. I thought he understood what we talked about but apparently message didn’t fully sink in. One week later he once again planted his kisser right smack in the middle of my door and all I could do was laugh. Little did he know he helped me discover my anti-interruption technique that I enjoy to employ to this day. Every time I’m on a call or having a private conversation I shut my office door and lock it. Every time someone shows up and needs to interrupt things I give them the wave to come on in. Every time it ends up in “BAM!” Thank you for the entertainment! What’s your emergency?Every Friday, I break out the Windex and clean the face schmootz off the door before leaving work in preparation and anticipation for the next week’s face plants. It is cruel, mean, and asshole-ish, but maybe someday people will figure out if my office door is shut I don’t want to be interrupted.
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