the Big Boss got laid

Or, at least I imagine that's what happened, to make him go from misogynist ogre to eye-contact joking-with-me(a woman) guy.

Today I aim to replace the angry passive aggressive (or, in some cases downright aggressive) notes with poetry, silly notes, or empty wall space.

This is the kind of place where the employees are really excited about putting one over on the Man by ordering an expensive inbox filing system.

a little poetry for your day

The Gray Room
by Wallace Stevens

Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
At your pale white gown;
Or lift one of the green beads
Of your necklace,
To let it fall;
Or gaze at your green fan
Printed with the red branches of a red willow;
Or, with one finger,
Move the leaf in the bowl--
The leaf that has fallen from the branches of the forsythia
Beside you...
What is all this?
I know how furiously your heart is beating.

goo goo gaa gaa!

I put a notice up on the wall for the inept salespeople at Grey, Inc., and signed it 'your happy data entry person'.

The one who told me I'm underachieving the other day comes out and asks, 'is it true?'

I ask is what true.

'that you're the happy data entry person?'

yes, it's true, I respond.

now, he leaned down to my desk and asked in a baby talk tone of voice,
'then, where's your smile?'

And that's when I shot him, your honor. He breathed his smokey, cheap cologney, old man breath right in my face while he patronized me, can you blame me?

We, the Jury declare ReceptionistOfTheDay Not Guilty, your honor.