Myra Lee

2003-08-29 - 1:21 p.m.

The workplace just gets weirder and weirder. All the company employees are "cordially invited" to a mandatory afternoon tea next Tuesday. We�ve been instructed to bring our own teacups and saucers. (Some of the guys around here don�t strike me as the teacup and saucer type.) Dear Edwin was roped into being on the Company Tea Planning Committee because she is known for liking British things. And our General Manager (who Brandis and I refer to as Count Olaf) was compelled to get in on the tea planning because he once attended a formal English tea.

Apparently this whole tea affair is happening because the company president visited Victoria and enjoyed a fancy teatime event. Now he wants his employees to share in his "civilised" experience, this time in a company conference room that doesn�t have enough chairs for everyone. And apparently the tea will last 15 minutes max, so we can all get back to work. Rushing through the obligatory tea so we can all scurry back to our cubicles doesn�t seem very genteel.

Speaking of gentility, this afternoon there�s a birthday cake-n-punch gathering. The Human Resources Woman has started calling the table where people eat lunch [Company Name] Square. There is nothing square- or plaza-like about this table. It�s just a table surrounded by copy machines and product samples. Ms. Dear Edwin suggested we start calling the staircase that leads up to the table Rue d�Calendrier. Perhaps my cubicle should henceforth be known as the Myra-Lee Commons.


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