The other day while at work I was looking through our shared network folder on the computer for some file or form or something that I needed. I noticed that there was an image file tucked neatly inside and I became curious. Generally, there would be no need to have an image file in which everyone on our team would require access. So I clicked. Boy, was I a bit surprised and quite amused. There was this photograph of a fellow co-worker you might remember from this story as the foot powder guy:
This is not amusing because it is an extreme close-up of a cheesy grinned fellow on his motorcycle riding on what appears to be a ferry or something. What I really notice and get full amusement from the picture is the couple in the white car behind him. Sure you notice the tool pushing his baby through the sun roof but if you click on the picture and take a closer look at the woman in the passenger seat…yeah, it appears that she is watching him take this self-portrait while sucking on a baby’s pacifier. What the heck? Wow, people are bizarr-o!
It is stuff like this amusing picture and his faux-rube sense of humor that I will miss most about ol’ Patty McGee…that and how he does a lot of my work for me. Have fun in South America on your mission, bud.
Now in the process of attempting to turn the above photograph into my work computer’s wallpaper I noticed that there was another image in the My Pictures folder on my desktop. Again, curiosity prevailed as my cube neighbor, Nelson, and I peered towards my screen. This is what we found:
What I noticed first is that this woman has a sort of exotic hotness factor going on. Nelson mentioned she looked like a lady he used to know back in the day that he would give dollar bills to on occassion. The most glaring thing that I noticed was that I had no friggin’ idea who this person was. This is not a current employee of my financial institution in which I am employed or anyone I can remember having worked here in the four years that I have been at this location. No clues whatsoever. I wonder why she is on my computer? Do you think her name begins with the letter “A“?
If you know this girl or if you are this girl, please comment. I’d be interested to know why you sit with me at my desk all day long.
Maybe she is an adulterer. And she is being forced to wear this shirt. You “Scarlet Letter” style
I think that she is promoting her sexual preferences as to say, “I like it in the ass!” HAHAHA!!
I don’t think she ever worked there, I think she is stalking you.