Fragrance
I walk into the domain of Reception Karen.
Anyone who has worked in an environment with customer-facing colleagues know that they run the company. Nobody knows it but they do. They can make your life very easy or they can make it hell.
Reception Karen has a dozen teenage children (not really but close enough), looks better than anyone half her age and takes no shit from anyone.
Me: Oh it smells nice in here.
Reception Karen: Yeah I've just farted so I've sprayed a bit of Impulse around. So you know - if it smells nice in here it's not just 'air' you're breathing-in.
Me: Oh. Ok.
Obviously I adore her.
Anyone who has worked in an environment with customer-facing colleagues know that they run the company. Nobody knows it but they do. They can make your life very easy or they can make it hell.
Reception Karen has a dozen teenage children (not really but close enough), looks better than anyone half her age and takes no shit from anyone.
Me: Oh it smells nice in here.
Reception Karen: Yeah I've just farted so I've sprayed a bit of Impulse around. So you know - if it smells nice in here it's not just 'air' you're breathing-in.
Me: Oh. Ok.
Obviously I adore her.
posted by Tired Dad at
8:44 pm
4 Comments:
Haha! Clearly, she adores you too. Or at any rate, she thinks you're ok.
Hi Z: Yeah, doesn't hate me I think.
This is the kind of woman in the workplace of which we are woefully short.
Looby: Such people should be an obligatory presence in any workplace. True.
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