Wrong Humor

I accept that I have an altered sense of humor, and today I shall give an example of it.

I currently have a variety of duties at the candy shop. I'm pretty much a jack of all trades, master of nothing there. Not to mention I don't work for the average candy store. This place has taken to more than selling candy. It also does 3rd party critiques, kind of like inspections, of other candy shops throughout the state. It tends to focus its critiques on the shops that actually make candy, not just sell it.

Awhile back, a person who acts like one of my bosses gave me an assignment. He wanted me to find out if an old candy store in the middle of Nowhere still exists. If the store was there and making candy, he wanted to know so he could send out one of our critics. I like to call them inspectors. It feels fitting to me. So I did my research on the site, even called the county assessors office just to see if the place still had the same owner. I could not get a phone number, but according to everything else, there was still a candy store there and owned by the person we had on file. I presented the information to my real boss, and he suggested the site be critiqued.

When I went to find someone to do the inspection, I learned a newly knighted inspector had been assigned this formerly phantom region.

Excuse me. I am still laughing as I write this.

I found out this morning that this new knight, one of my favorite inspectors, was cursing my name yesterday. I apparently sent him to a place equivalent to that in the movie "The Hills have Eyes".

*still laughing* tee hee

I heard from him and my boss today that the supposed candy store in Nowhere, actually had abandonned looking mines near by that my inspector swore to me people lived in. He told me that once he passed the sign to enter the area, his cell phone had no signal.

Once he explained who he was to the owner, the guy flipped out, went for the shotgun and told my guy that he needed to come back with the sheriff if he was going on the store owner's property.

*still laughing*

Did I mention this is a commercial property?

My sympathetic response was something along the lines of "At least he didn't make you squeal like a pig."

Anyway, I couldn't stop laughing with my poor inspector. He let me know that he tried to call my work line all afternoon yesterday while he was cursing my name.

Who would have thought critiquing candy shops could require hazard pay?

Just thought I'd share my little ray of sunshine I received today when others were trying to throw pooh on my parade.

Have a good day.