It Happened at Work

It's been awhile since I've participated in Mama Kat's Writers Workshop...and I miss it...it's always a fun and interesting post...usually something I wouldn't otherwise think to blog...so here goes...

The Prompts:

1.) The popular girls.
2.) It happened at work.
3.) “How long until you realized you had no talent or patience for this? Tell the story (true or fiction) of trying to learn a new talent or hobby that you only pursued briefly.”
4.) “Who first told you that it’s not nice to stare? Write about a time you stared when you maybe shouldn’t have, or a time when someone stared at you.”
5.) Describe a happy reunion.

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This week I'm going with:

2.) It happened at work.

So this is one that goes down in the "Fillmore Funny Farm" history...a story that gets told often when we are at Christmas parties and a little tipsy ;)

For the record, I work as a legal assistant for 3 lawyers...we are an office about 80 support staff all women...with about 60 lawyers mostly men...just to set the premise!

Anyway...one day about 3 years ago we had a new receptionist start...she was young (maybe 22) and seemed pretty put together. Caught on quickly and showed up for work again the next day...all was well...until...

She went for lunch...and I guess decided to have a drink...and then another...and then another...(we speculate she must have had quite a bit in the hour she was gone)...she called up to work and said 'she was running late' in very slurred speech that her relief couldn't even understand her.

Apparently then things got ugly...she had to come up a flight of stairs to the elevator bank...and apparently fell...and was bleeding at the knee...and someone notified security...and she didn't know they were following her...and then they somehow lost her...and then she came back into work and walked up to the front desk to take her seat. The poor cute girl that was covering her lunch hour had no idea what to do...looked like a deer caught in headlights...

So I come to the rescue...ask if everything is okay...and she motions to "drunk girl" (as we so fondly call her now)...and whispered...I think there is something wrong with her...I immediately smelt the alcohol and told the scared straight young student to call our HR manager...at this point...security comes off the elevator...and see "drunk girl" and ask if she's okay and say she took a pretty hard fall on the stairs...an ambulance was called...she looked so ill...I even wonder if she had alcohol poisoning...but like...who does that? 2nd day on the job???

The kicker it was an early (out of work at 3:00) Friday...this was noonish...she had 2 hours...and even better...it was the Friday before the September long weekend...so to drunk girl I say...2 freakin' hours...that's all you had to wait and then you could have gotten so smashed...and not have been on company time...