|Not the handkerchief, but an artistic rendering.|
So for the first time in 2 and a half years I hung out with my co-workers this weekend. Friday night was a going away dinner for one of them and Saturday evening was a bridal shower. You know what's great about socializing with coworkers? Gossip.
You find out insane things that otherwise, you'd never know.
Here's the most disgusting thing I've heard in a long time. I'll change the names to protect the victims and the filthy.
Our department's administrative assistant is Marcy. She opens all the mail and then distributes to the correct group in the department (clearly if it's addressed to a particular team member she gives it to them unopened). So the other day a piece of mail came it. It was sent from out office, but the address was wrong. It was addressed to a Peter Quincy but she couldn't pull him up in our system, so she knew he wasn't a customer. So Marcy opened it to find out who sent it to give it back for correction.
When Marcy pulled out the contents of the envelope she was very surprised to find a handkerchief. A dirty, stiff, used, handkerchief.
We all know that Kharma, a senior for the call team, uses handkerchiefs.
I mean, really, who uses handkerchiefs any more? Chances are if you know one person, then that's the guilty party. Grandfathers not included, luckily, we have no grandfather's in our department.
The department director, like the national head over us and head over our California sister site, was concerned- to say the least. He took the envelope and the contents to find out the culprit. Apparently he hasn't yet, but we know. We all know.
I don't believe Marcy has stopped washing her hands since then.