Here’s my prediction of Jay Leno’s joke –

“Of course they don’t listen anymore, ladies. They’re getting what they want.”

It’s unfortunate because I want the stock to rise at least $4 in the next 30 days. That probably won’t happen with all of this lovely pharma news as of late…

Check me out here.

Also, the husband said, “I took that picture. I should get a photo credit!”

Here you go, baby. You get credit for marrying well.

I guess they need another team building exercise to increase profits.

It’s almost too good to be true. Researches find that swearing is cathartic for the working man’s soul. Of course, you knew this. We all knew this. Research is 1,000 years behind common sense, as usual.

I remember working at [an unnamed company] and dropping the f-bomb (for the first time) in the middle of a departmental meeting. Classy? Maybe not. Appropriate? Always.

Later that day, I was approached by a co-worker who said, “I had no idea you talked like that.”

I was shocked. Anyone who knows me is aware that I’m a champ-swearer. The only person who can outswear me is my mother. (I learned from the best! Hi, Mom!)

So I asked my colleague why she was shocked. She responded, “I don’t know. You seem so innocent.”

Sigh, it’s the blessing & the curse of being a petite, blonde woman in a world of tall, alpha-male executives. I am constantly reminded that you gotta drop a verbal doose, from time-to-time, in order to get the room’s attention.

Sometimes I miss working in Human Resources because this is the kind of story that could kill several forty-five minute blocks throughout the day.

(I especially like the image of the kids running down the block to escape the bees. That’s the kind of story those kids will tell their kids, who will tell their kids, who will tell their kids. It will live on in infamy.)

If I had a job, today, my schedule would be totally thrown into chaos because of this crazy bee story. My day would go something like this:

  • Arrive to work around 9AM
  • 9:15 – 9:45 AM: Return voice mail and email
  • 9:45 – 10:30 AM: Talk about bees
  • 10:30 – 11:30 AM: I met get some work done
  • 11:30 – 12:15 PM: More bees
  • 12:15 – 1:30 PM: Long lunch and/or nap in the car
  • 1:30 – 2:00 PM: Internet shop — & read more stories about the bees
  • 2:00 – 2:15 PM: Work of some kind — maybe check email
  • 2:15- 3:00 PM: Did you hear about those killer bees? Anyone?
  • 3:00 PM – 3:30 PM: Guerrilla Starbucks Run
  • 3:30 – 4:15 PM: Donut break with co-workers (or maybe a Snickers) and random updates in the cafeteria on youth soccer, youth track, and other extra-curricular activities. Also, more coffee.
  • 4:15 – 5:00 PM: Check email and catch people walking past my office and ask, “Did you hear about those killer bees?”
  • 5:00 PM – Wrap up & call it a day

It would be a thoroughly productive day because I could successfully report to upper management that I was reaching out to colleagues, checking the pulse of the organization, and improving morale.