Working Amongst Cat Haters
January 15th 2008 21:00
Photo by Stovelkor. Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.
Another time, we were thinking up other words which KFC could stand for.
“Kentucky Fried Cat,” said Kathryn, another workmate.
“Kill F*cken Cats,” said Nim.
One afternoon I was talking to another colleague, Catherine (we have many of them in our office) and she asked me, “Is there a cat in the office?” I found it funny she chose to ask me, of all people.
“No, why?” I asked.
“One day I heard some miaowing and it was coming from your side of the office.”
“Why are you asking me and not someone else?” I asked, wondering if it was a coincidence.
“Because I know you like cats and thought you might know.”
“Oh,” I said. “That was me. Every time Jeff or Nim burps I make cat noises to annoy them.” That was my strategy to stop them burping. It actually worked!
“This place used to be fun,” complained one of the boys one day.
“What do you mean?” I asked. I had worked in many stuffy offices and to be in an office where people did Kermit the Frog impersonations, burped and made animal noises certainly was, to me anyway, fun and lively. Management didn’t seem to have a problem with it, as long as we didn’t do it all day long and weren’t doing it to be malicious.
Nothing could prepare me for what he was about to say next: “Before you came, we had some other guys here. They used to sit in the corner and have farting contests.”
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