…because we want to know, not for us, but y’know.
So my boss is one of only two men in my small little help desk area, and he’s a riot. If I can ever get the chance to record one of the conversations between him and my ex-neighbor in the back, I will share with you because hilarity ensues with those two.
Today’s conversation centered briefly around the other man, who is my new neighbor in the front.
Bossman: Hey P, and I’m not asking this for myself, but are you available?
Me: *laughs* (because not sure P understood the question)
Bossman: So you *are* available.
C: No, he’s not. I’m telling you.
(P clues in…)
P: No, I’m not.
C: See? He’s not available.
Bossman: Wait, I’m confused. Is he or is he not available.
C: He’s not.
Meanwhile, the networking guy just locked himself out of his office/area, to which I reacted by laughing…loudly. Ever hear Broomhilda cackle? So me. Okay, maybe not, but it’s close.