Thursday, January 18, 2007
BFG
I did a real horrid thing today. I have a colleague, let's call him BFG (big fat giant). Oh wait a minute, I'm being mean again. Rewind. Let's call him BFG (big FRIENDLY giant). So, BFG is this annoying guy who sits in my office and because of his grouchy, egoistic and rude nature, nobody really likes him much. On my first day of work, when I was first introduced to BFG, he hardly looked at me, let alone gave me a welcome smile. The only consolation I got was that everybody else got the same cold treatment. As luck (or the lack of it) would have it, BFG doesn't have many friends who would want to eat lunch with him voluntarily. Recently though, BFG has been shamelessly asking my colleagues and I if he could join us for lunch. This is how he asks - "Can I join you ladies for lunch today?" (complete with puss in boots face) So, I mean, how do you actually say NO to a question like that even though NO was probably an utter understatement running through our minds?
Today, we were determined to not have him tag along for lunch. We plotted and schemed over MSN...We'd say we have our own lunch appointments or run out of the office & gather downstairs or hide our wallets in our skirts and tiptoe out. In the end, we agreed on a (almost) fool-proof plan. We'll pack our bags, wait for him to leave his desk to go to the toilet, and dash out of the office. So that's what we did when the opportune time came. I alerted everybody via MSN because his desk was in direct view of mine, we grabbed our bags and dashed towards the lift lobby.
Here's the thing. I probably wouldn't have posted this entry if we had managed to successfully accomplish our plans...So, as I was saying, we were on our way to the lift lobby and no prizes for guessing who appeared in front of us before we reached. Ultimate losers are we. Turns out he went to take newspaper instead of going to the toilet.
Funny thing was, he didn't put on his puss in boots face. He didn't ask if he could join us for lunch. He didn't even talk to us. Partially relieved, we continued our walk into the lift calmly before we burst out laughing.
So here's the horrid part. It's his birthday today.
Posted by Jo at 5:33 PM
