Monday, January 05, 2009

Welcome to the hen house


You wouldn't believe my morning - for once I wasn't the one being inappropriate.

Our new boss (only male in the office) started Friday unofficially, and most of us were off, so today was his first real day with all of us.

I brought a cake.

One of my coworkers (let's call her coworker A) came in with a urinary tract infection after an anniversary weekend getaway.

Coworker B: "It must have been a GREAT anniversary weekend!"

Coworker A (with big grin): "Yes, it was!"

He just looked like a deer in the headlights, I swear...it was like the female equivalent of a fraternity. He either didn't get it or was smart enough to pretend that he didn't get it.

I just said, "Welcome to the hen house!"

14 comments:

Darth Weasel said...

lets just say I am sometimes happy to not get it...

Scarlet said...

Sounds like my old office (at the publishing company). What didn't we say to each other??

I love that kind of dialogue, btw.

Shionge said...

Cute! He can't beat the ladies he better join in the fun ;)

Fireblossom said...

My etiquette book says that coming in with a cake is better than coming in with a urinary tract infection.

Still, that rooster had better start getting up earlier in the morning if he expects to keep up!

Granny Annie said...

You learn a lot studying the nature of chickens.

Those are some beautiful birds!

Mike D said...

Shit---I am supposed to get that?

stoopid girlz... :)

Riot Kitty said...

Tip for the uninitiated: you can get urinary tract infections from lots of sex. Stoopid boyz :)

LL Cool Joe said...

Oops I didn't erm get this. So to speak! Yep, I'm stupid.

Playground In My Mind said...

well men are from mars... ;) Renee

Green tea said...

Your too funny Kitty.. :D

JLee said...

hahaha...that's like guys making penis jokes I guess? lol

Mike D said...

Well, yeah of course...

I was just testing.
To see if you knew.

That's just the way I roll, baby.

Leslie said...

I got it. It's also known as "honeymoon disease." :)

b said...

I got one a few months after my partner and I got together (and had been separated and then were back in the same place again finally). But I'd never had one, so this one snuck up on me all of a sudden, and I had to go to the ER. When I came home, the medication still hadn't fully kicked in, so I sat in the bathtub in warm water and peed on myself until the pain subsided. And there sat my poor guy. You know you have a winner when you PEE ON YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THEM and they marry you anyway. I do not link to my blog here for obvious reasons, but M, Ima guess you know who this is :)