disturbing work conversations
ok, here's how it all started: a work friend said she liked my shirt, then proceeded to feel my sleeve, to see if it was "as soft as it looked." apparently is was, because she giggled and said i felt "charmin soft!"
here's where it all goes terribly wrong: she asks us if we've tried the new "more hefty" charmin. um....no. so she then makes me go online to look it up and i am presented with this:
how does one decide??? we start reading the descriptions and apparently charmin ultra strong "helps the clean stay with you!" huh? the ultra soft version lets you use less, "but it will feel so good, you'll want to use more!" HUH????
how does one decide??? we start reading the descriptions and apparently charmin ultra strong "helps the clean stay with you!" huh? the ultra soft version lets you use less, "but it will feel so good, you'll want to use more!" HUH????
then there's a whole other variety. i start reading them off (there's charmin basic, charmin with lotion, charmin cinnamon raisin, HUH???)
ok, i made up that last one. it got a big laugh too. because by this time, there were at least 10 people crowded around my desk, joining in on the conversation.
we then start reading the FAQs, and find out this exciting info:
Q. The plies on my Charmin Ultra are not lined up, it’s not tearing in the right place.
A. If the plies on your Charmin Ultra rolls aren't lining up, here's how to fix it:
- Hold the roll in front of you with the paper winding over the top
- Pull the top ply up and drop it back behind the roll
- Its perforations should match with the layer that's now on top
- Tear away the excess and you're good to go
i stopped listening when the discussion turned to septic tanks. i supposedly have a septic tank in my very own basement, but i prefer to pretend it's not there.
so now, instead of doing any actual work, i am on wikipedia, reading about the history of toliet paper.
Comments
Toilet paper and diapers get disposed of, period. And paying extra for them is like wiping your bum with dolla bills!
septic tank, sump pump, you tomato, i say tomado...
It holds all the goo until enzymes break it down. Then you hire a truck to come suck it out. It's giant, the size of the dorm closet I used to hide in when I had gas and Jennifer was laughing at me.
It is not the same as an outhouse or a sump pump.
ha ha ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
why am i suprised that the conversation that was bad at work, has gone to a whole new level of horrible on the blog?
i don't wanna talk about none of it!!!
except the memory of stacy used to hide in when she got real gassy.
ah, good times.....