Uh-oh. The Danish embassy found an incriminating photo on their fax machine this morning and demanded that The New Guy be let go. No amount of begging, pleading, excuse-making or joke-telling would change their minds.
The New Guy was a bit distraught, as he never imagined that enjoying himself at work would cause so many problems.
You know what I told him? F*ck it, Dude. Let’s go bowling.
That seemed to cheer him up. I even let him type in our names on the computer. I’m not sure he spelled them correctly, but he may have been typing in another language.
After we each bowled a game, he decided to show me what his boss would look like if she were a man.