Remember the work study intern I told you about who shows up to work proudly sporting hickeys as only a geeky college underclassman can? The latest one is, I swear, the size of a kiwifruit and RIGHT on the front of his neck. As luck would have it, he had front desk duty this week since our receptionist was away. Thank God I am not his supervisor. Can you imagine having to explain to someone that hickeys are not appropriate workplace attire? It was bad enough when we (actually, the colleague I call Squeaky) had to advise our intern not to wear a black bra with a white shirt.
I have a colleague who is very excitable -- let's call her Squeaky. The other day she was eating pistachios. One nut was not quite open so she tried to bite the shell open. Instead, the shell pinched on to her inner lip. She started running around the office squeaking, "Get it off! Get it off!" I tried to get it off, but I was afraid I'd rip a big chunk of lip off along with the shell. Fortunately, The Only Guy In The Office whipped out his Swiss Army knife and pried the pincher off without drawing blood. It was quite exciting. Beware, pistachio-eaters!!!
Don't you just love dorky, confident, soooo young college students? One of my colleagues alerted me to the fact that the new intern who's been filling in at our front desk and some other places has "a different hickey each day." Don't you miss the days when a hickey was an adornment to be worn with pride? Today he was wearing a camouflage T-shirt that said "Ha ha, now you can't see me!" Love the dorkiness.