Wednesday, November 25, 2009

"Ooo, he smells my dog!"

I look at this rug every day. Being an artistic and creative bunch, we have examples of our work all over the office, plus some of these random and eclectic pieces.

I have no issues with artwork in the office space. It adds flare and breaks up the doldrums of work by having something aesthetically pleasing to compliment our interior design.

That being said, I'm an HR manager, and I see liability in everything. I see potential hazards, potential lawsuits, potential anythings in every action taken or not taken. It's the hazard of my profession.

So far, for the past two years, no one has said "boo" in regards to this rug. Actually, until last spring, I never really noticed the content of this rug, myself. Then all of a sudden, BAM! it hit me square between the eyes.

Ugh! Now, being an artist myself, I personally could care less of the subject of most pieces. There's really not too much that disgusts me or offends me. I may get a little embarrassed depending on the company I'm with, but life's life. Get over it. What gets my goat is when a piece of art is displayed in an area it really shouldn't, such as an unnutered dog's rear end in an office that produces text books for children.

Are we overcompensating for something? Maybe marking our territory? Hmmm.

Yankee Doodle Dandy,

Thursday, November 5, 2009

TMI, but I can't help myself

Yeah, y'all know what this is: Those .0001 mm pieces of "safety" between your ass and a public toilet seat.

Whether it actually works or not, I can't say, but your damn straight I use them if they're in the stall. I feel guilty when I use up a lot of TP to cover the seat cover, but that doesn't stop me. These just seem more environmentally responsible. Always good to be green while on the crapper.

Sorry for the gratuitous shoe scene, but they are pretty hot, huh? No, they are NOT chucks. I have nothing against chucks, it's just these were pink, on sale, and had side pockets on the heel. They're Levi's.

Hey, it also looks like my work stalls are on the extreme set up for those "special" weeks. Check it: TWO sanitary disposals.

Yeah, yeah, moving on. What gets my goat? Those three perforations you have to deal with before you can finally get some relief and relieve yourself.

Those three little perforations set me up for a complete panic attack because I can't quite wait. Usually if I'm in a public situation, it's pretty drastic and I'VE GOT TO GO! So wasting time on this is ridiculous. Plus, in your hurry you always end up ripping the tissue, rendering it useless, and having to start all over again, all while turtle heads are a-poking.

TMI? Sure. Have we all succumbed to this? You bet your butt!

Yankee Doodle Dandy,