When we have a deadline for a major project or sales push, Michael rarely helps us. But we have discovered even worse than Michael not helping us is when he does help us.
I do a final glance over all order forms and paperwork that leave the office to make sure everything has been filled in properly. I check them extra carefully when I know Michael has had a hand in them because he often will enter mistakes on the forms when he is “fixing” them. Or he’ll goof around and make copies of the order forms and alter them so they say funny or dirty things. I have to diligintly check to make sure these don’t accidentally get mixed up with the real deal.
Like the time he filled out the form as if it were from George W. Bush and filled it with “Bushisms” and presidential references.
We had 10 mintues until the packages had to be sent to corporate when he came out of his office chuckling and showing off his handiwork.
He put several forms to be sent to corporate in my “In” box and waved the funny form in front of my face.
“Is that the only copy?” I asked.
“Yes, isn’t it funny?!” He prodded.
I didn’t laugh.
“Are you sure it’s the only copy. Because if THAT gets sent to corporate…”
“Oh Pam, it’s FINE. I do this ALL this time! It’s no big deal! It’s funny!”
Why didn’t that make me feel better?
“I’m serious, Michael. That won’t be funny if that gets sent off with the other forms that look exactly the same, and I don’t have time to check the pile you just gave me again before they get shipped.”
“Bah!” he said motioning me away with his hand as he moved on to Andy, who roared with laughter and praised Michael’s jokes. Especially the implication that the president would be using the paper he ordered to roll joints and get high.
I prayed we all still had jobs the next day.
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