We have a pretty high turn around in one department of my office. (Not my department. There’s actually people lined up wanting to work with me… In hopes they can get a glimpse of my awesome…) (LIE.) (Complete and total.) It’s all women and we all know us gals can get a little catty from time to time, but it’s also because of the amount of stress that certain job entails. (Why am I acting like I can’t tell you what these people do? They’re doctor’s secretaries… What is wrong with me?) (Don’t answer that.)
Anyways, around Christmas we had an unfortunate incident. (And by unfortunate I mean COMEDY GOLD.) It was right after our staff Christmas luncheon and everyone was fairly full considering all the food we had just consumed. So, out of nowhere a coworker scurries into the secretaries’ supervisor’s office and says, “Uh… You need to come down here. There’s something wrong with Jane.” And Jane is, well, you know, not exactly a spring chicken, in fact, Jane is more like a sixty-something-year-old chicken, so she books it allllll the way down to the other end of the building… And there she finds Jane. Under her desk. Curled up. She screamed out her name, “Jane! Jane, are you ok???” And Jane, a little disoriented considering she was right in the middle of a NAP, says, “Oh yeah, I’m fine. I’m just taking a nap.”
LIKE IT WAS NO BIG DEAL.
Like hey, taking a nap is perfectly normal.
Well, sure, Jane it actually is normal ON A SATURDAY WHEN YOU’RE NOT AT WORK.
She didn’t try to cover it up. She didn’t try to deny that she was sleeping. No use of the old “The blood center said this might happen…” trick… No saying, “Oh I was just looking for something I dropped on the ground.” No saying ANYTHING except, “Oh yeah, I was taking a nap.”
Do I really need to tell you she was fired on the spot? Do I? Because if sleeping under your desk while at work isn’t grounds for dismissal I’m going to start bringing in my sleeping bag every day for the rest of my life.
This woman is my hero.
I can’t believe they fired Jane! (Not that I know her personally) The outrage. What kind of world are we living in that a little old lady can’t even take a nap. SMH
*steps on stage, taps mic to make sure it is on…
“OH MAN! Somebody should write a song about Jane, or did Maroon 5 beat us to it?”
(*ducks from eggs & tomatoes hailing from the crowd.)
She would be, Emily… Slacker.
That just ended my Tuesday. THank you and goodnight!
Oh yes, Jane should have tried to cover this up.
And um, do I dare tell you that I went into an empty office a few months ago and took a nap (not under the desk)….during my lunch? But dude, I was pregnant and SO TIRED!