My boss is a weiner, or maybe I should say he is obsessed with them.
He was recently diagnosed with testicular cancer. SADNESS! I know, it
really is quite tragic, especially because his number one dream in
life was to be a father and now he probably can’t. I’m not a cold
unfeeling bitch, it’s really sad, but the way he is coping is odd to
say the least. He is trying to start an awareness campaign, kind of
like the pink ribbons for breast cancer, only instead of ribbons he
has produced masses of penis stickers which he hands out to everyone.
Every day he asks us to wear one while at work, which is, needless to
say, highly inappropriate for any work environment, but especially one
where you interact regularly with children. He has given us all fake
testicles to hang from our car bumpers (or ball hitches, which is what
they are made for). If your car doesn’t have balls, he hounds you
every time he sees you. His latest attempt at awareness was a
fundraising wine and cheese tasting event, which is a great idea,
except that he had a local seamstress sew like 100 wrinkly looking
pink pouches, complete with 2 ping pong balls sewn inside, and those
decorated the hall where the fundraiser was held. I feel bad for the
guy, but at the same time work is growing more uncomfortable every
day. No one wants to call it sexual harassment, because it’s not about
power or sexual gratification or anything like that, it’s just weird.
Uncomfortable, inappropriate, weird, and a tad unprofessional.