February 09, 2005
Barbie Watch 2005: Crisis Averted
After lunch, J in Marketing (who is also married to Husband's Ex, by the way -- I know, it's all so disgustingly incestuous) comes up to me and goes, "Um... there's a... Bondage Barbie... on my desk. Is it yours?"
No, Einstein, the janitor left it there. YES, IT'S MINE!!!
Idiot.
So her hands and feet are tied, and there's a gag on her, which is pretty funny. And I left her bound and gagged for all to see. For a while anyway. I don't think she minds, the little whore. And it makes my co-workers laugh.
Nothing conclusive on who did it (it wasn't J, trust me, the man has no sense of humor), but I think, based on traffic patterns at the time, it was probably a couple of the actuaries. Which is unusual for actuaries, you know, to have personalities.
Needless to say, the Barbies will be coming home with me on weekends from now on. Obviously, when forced to work weekends, people get a little wonky, and Barbie is just too tempting.