At my place of employment we have various interns/volunteers who come in hopes to learn skills to help them in the real world. There is one who, we shall call Frank,who is quite the character and definitely keeps things interesting.
One of the responsibilities Frank fulfills is to drop off items to different floors in our building (a very important real world skill). He came back very frustrated earlier this week. Apparently on one of the other floors there is a Christmas treat table, but the rule is you can only have a festive sweet if you donate some to share with everyone else. The receptionist wouldn’t allow our intern to have any goodies since he hadn’t brought any. I overheard him talking to our manager, insisting he go reprimand this receptionist (who isn’t even in our division) because she wasn’t following the spirit of Christmas and sharing. My manager just laughed it off.
The next day this receptionist, wanting to tease Frank, said if he was so hungry he could have a piece of bread and offered him a slice. (Don’t ask me why she had a loaf of bread at her desk.) Frank came back and I overheard him again complaining to our manager that something needed to be done so that he could be included in the holiday sugar rush. (Funny that he looked pass the very obvious idea of bringing a treat to share.) My boss good naturally responded, “I can’t get mad at her for offering you a piece of bread, she was actually trying to give you something.” Frank, in all seriousness replied, “But you don’t understand, I don’t like wheat bread.”
One of the responsibilities Frank fulfills is to drop off items to different floors in our building (a very important real world skill). He came back very frustrated earlier this week. Apparently on one of the other floors there is a Christmas treat table, but the rule is you can only have a festive sweet if you donate some to share with everyone else. The receptionist wouldn’t allow our intern to have any goodies since he hadn’t brought any. I overheard him talking to our manager, insisting he go reprimand this receptionist (who isn’t even in our division) because she wasn’t following the spirit of Christmas and sharing. My manager just laughed it off.
The next day this receptionist, wanting to tease Frank, said if he was so hungry he could have a piece of bread and offered him a slice. (Don’t ask me why she had a loaf of bread at her desk.) Frank came back and I overheard him again complaining to our manager that something needed to be done so that he could be included in the holiday sugar rush. (Funny that he looked pass the very obvious idea of bringing a treat to share.) My boss good naturally responded, “I can’t get mad at her for offering you a piece of bread, she was actually trying to give you something.” Frank, in all seriousness replied, “But you don’t understand, I don’t like wheat bread.”
I find this to be the best thing I have read all week. Frank! I want to meet him!
ReplyDeleteI love 'Frank'! Bless his little heart! I laughed so hard at that story that I was crying! Work definitely isn't boring with him around!
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