The effects of the Purple Monkey Dishwashergate Scandal are fast and far-reaching – I’ve spent the morning moving my desk in The Lab down the hall, away from those I gone did done wrong somehow. I was always going to be moving, as my old desk belonged to someone out having babies and was due to return shortly; the scandal just moved things up a few weeks. My new spot is much better, actually. I have a whole row to myself, a window seat, and a ledge for my many, many toys. It is good.
That doesn’t mean it still didn’t sting to learn that people were in an uproar over something I allegedly did, though.
Good god. Can’t these people just tell you directly that you pissed them off, and get on with it? Sounds like grade 5 all over again.
Oh, man. What happened??
You wanna come work in my kitchen? Trust me, we don’t keep anything bottled up and you’ll know where you stand at all times. Honesty, brutal, soul crushing honesty. The best kind!