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dead letter office #9

into the semi-lurid world of office politics. about a year ago, the behavior of some employees resulted in a stern series of warnings related to sexual harrassment being handed down by management. this may have been a remnant of that, although based on the first sentence, it may have been wirtten by Popeye. names were changed to match that theme.

September 15, 2003

On Friday, September 12th, 2003 I was sitting at me desk and the conference room door was closed at 12:30 pm. I heard someone on the speaker phone through the conference room door. Then I noticed that the voice was Brutus’ voice….He was telling the person a lot of lies about me…I opened the door and there was Olive Oyl, Swee'pea, and Wimpy. Wimpy had called Brutus at home and had him on speaker phone so that Swee'pea and Olive Oyl could here the horrible stuff that Brutus was saying about me….which are all lies…I want this documented because I would never bring my personal business to work…Brutus is friends with Wimpy and thought that he was having a private conversation with him. I would never jeopardize my job by intiating such a thing.

Thank you.

bonus trivia: did you know that Popeye is "known as Iron Arm in Italy, Karl Alfred in Sweden and Skipper Skraek or 'Terror of the Sea' in Denmark"? also, "Popeye-brand canned spinach [is] the No. 2 brand behind Del Monte". tip o' the pipe to the King Features site.

Comments

i can't believe nobody commented on this! where is the love for popeye, people?