For the first time, I am really having to restrain myself from posting a little story about work. It's hilarious, and I think 99% of the world would think it very funny too, but that last 1% would throw a screaming fit. And then the earth would explode, and it would be my fault, and that would not be at all funny.
So I'm having to be mature and responsible, which is kind of sad but still infinitely less sad than the thought of the horrible things that would happen if I posted (thanks to Murphy and his little Law).
But if you email me and I know you and you promise not to pass it on in a way that would associate it with my dear employer, I could possibly be persuaded to tell you a hilarious little story.
Stephen says:
So... How well do you need to know me to tell me the story?