Smell the Love

Generally speaking, my department at work is not, umm, well respected. We affectionately call our walled-in (or walled-off, depending on your point of view) area of the office "The Leper Colony." It is an appropriate name. I'd explain more, but I don't want to air too much dirty laundry about my job, office politics, etc.

Anyway, we hit a new low today. A senior member of the company has brought his dog into work the past few days. At about 3:00 today, said animal jaunted into our enclosed commune, pissed on the floor, and left. We inquired about the owner's whereabouts and discovered he was in a one-on-one meeting with someone else in our company. Not a huge deal. The owner can come clean it up in 15 minutes or so, right?

Time passes and at about 3:20, the dog comes skipping back into our area and proceeds to poop across about a 10-foot area. My boss decides to take action and slips a note under the meeting room door. Something like, "Hey, your dog took a dump in the middle of our floor. Please come clean it up." Does the embarrassed owner excuse himself from the meeting? Does he come to our area and apologize? No, he looks around the corner, sees the poop, chuckles, and heads back to his closed-door meeting.

Sweet. Thanks. Wow, we really feel important right now.

The positive side of the story is that most of us left shortly after 3:30.