A thoughtful person sent this link to my work email recently. Harmless fun. I sniggered. Then I forgot about it.
A random HEO paid me a visit to ask me something, which involved my showing him where something was on the network, which I duly did.
Not realising, of course, that, as he looked over my shoulder, there on the taskbar was a browser button reading "ORGASMIC SIMULATOR". He was there two, maybe three minutes before I realised what was on my screen. Not to mention the fact that SIMULATOR is only one letter removed from STIMULATOR, which could have given the impression that I was shopping online for a bedroom accessory in the shape of a willie. On work time, no less! What bare-arsed cheek!
Remedied by: "Oh look, a meerkat" and a swift right click and close while the HEO was scanning the office for the unlikely intruder. Simples. The same could not be said for my bright red face.
Is this divine retribution for not ticking "Catholic" on the Census Form?
Too late now. I gave it back.
I'm a red-faced statistic.
A random HEO paid me a visit to ask me something, which involved my showing him where something was on the network, which I duly did.
Not realising, of course, that, as he looked over my shoulder, there on the taskbar was a browser button reading "ORGASMIC SIMULATOR". He was there two, maybe three minutes before I realised what was on my screen. Not to mention the fact that SIMULATOR is only one letter removed from STIMULATOR, which could have given the impression that I was shopping online for a bedroom accessory in the shape of a willie. On work time, no less! What bare-arsed cheek!
Remedied by: "Oh look, a meerkat" and a swift right click and close while the HEO was scanning the office for the unlikely intruder. Simples. The same could not be said for my bright red face.
Is this divine retribution for not ticking "Catholic" on the Census Form?
Too late now. I gave it back.
I'm a red-faced statistic.
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