Hello, kiddies!

 

 

It’s your old pal, the Gimp’d Keeper, back with another chance to discuss the scariest thing, you can imagine! What?! No, this isn’t the Politics Dread, I’m talking about your weekly slob rants! Problems with a co-lurker? Getting frustrated with a pus-tomer? Then here’s the spot to be! What’s that, you say? Halloween’s Over? Well, let me tell you something, gross-ter, Halloween’s over when I say it is!

Now, I don’t l  know about you, boils and ghouls, but I have to say that, out of all the ghoulidays celebrated this time of year, my favorite has to be good old Halloween! I mean, what’s not to like? The sun is out less, the leaves are a lovely shade of red, there’s enough candy in circulation to make your teeth nice and rotten, and, oh yeah, everyone gets a chance to put on their Sunday worst and party! Who couldn’t love that?!

Well, I can tell you right now; old Gimpy’s bosses, that’s who! Last week we got word that, while we’re allowed to bring in candy, we weren’t allowed to put up any decorations, or wear scary costumes, can you believe that?! Something about it “not being professional” or that, “people might complain.;” to which I say: Well, I should hope they’d complain! There’s no point wearing a costume if you can’t get some teeth chattering! And professionalism? I’ll have you know that black cloaks radiate it; not to mention looking dapper, to boot. And I ask you? What screams “business casual” more than showing off one’s bleached bones? I mean, sure, we still get candy, but, I ask you: What’s the Treat without the Trick? Not as sweet, in my opinion. G’aaah; I swear, working at my company gores me to tears, at times. It’s about as much fun as watching blood dry.

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Anyhoo, that’s enough boo-hooing from me. I’m more interested in hearing your Tales From The Scrip: Do you get celebrate the greatest of the year in your office? Are your bosses hip, or are they just a bunch of stiffs like mine? Do you at least get candy? Tell me all about about it; along with anything else you might need to get off your (or out of your) chests.

As ever, have a pro-yuck-tive rest of the day, harrowing trip home, and a scary weekend. And remember: It’s 5 o’shock somewhere! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!