We have a meeting every morning so management keeps updated about what’s going on when it comes to production, and one of the supervisors cane hobbling in hanging onto his back. Apparently he pinched a nerve and it is giving him all kinds of fits. He was constantly shifting and making pained noises. Very distracting to me (distracting from the doodles…those meetings are boring and have little bearing on what I do) so I lean over to the lady next to me, shake my head sadly, and say, “I think it’s time we put the ol’ boy down.”

She absolutely lost it. She had tears and was snorting, and I get dirty looks for basically shutting the meeting down for five minutes.

Killjoys.