I don't think I have yet introduced you, dear readers, to my little Huff - the Lord Brambles Huffington. LBH, Huffington, or Huff, came to my acquaintance at Whippletree Junction on Vancouver Island over Christmas. He has already had some interesting journeys, meeting two dogs, taking a trip on the ferry, being relegated to the Greyhound with the "unwashed masses", learning to toboggan (he wasn't very sure about this "snow" thing), and then coming to work with me. I had declared April 4th to be Bring your Bear to Work Day. (It's much quieter than Bring your Son/Daughter/Child to Work Day.)
I will tell you that His Lordship was NOT impressed with the working woman's life.
Lord Huffingtong wasn't very impressed with the pile of paperwork I saved for him.
He declared this to be an inaccessible workplace, as the phone is not bear-sized, and no alternative options were provided. The keyboard wasn't good either, it's not really sized for bear paws, even small ones.
I'm a little worried about what Huff might have been telling Dexter, who lives at my work.
So there is a snapshot of LBH's day in the office! He was disappointed we didn't get a 2 hour lunch at the revolving restaurant, on the company tab. He thought we had to arrive too early and stay too long. He didn't like the quality of the pens provided (none were gold, or even silver, plated). And the decor was definitely not up to his standards. Not a single Victorian-era original piece of furniture and no originals by Picasso, Degas, or Michaelangelo.
Then again, our home isn't like that either. Poor, hard-done by bear!
Dexter!
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