“It’s not going to make everybody uncomfortable,” he replied. “It may make you uncomfortable, Hector, but that’s because you’re a party-pooper. The skit is meant to be fun, and a chance for the blomers on staff to show their appreciation to senior leadership.”
If they want to show their appreciation, I thought, they could stop spending a third of the day f*****g each other in the storage rooms and bathroom stalls and actually knuckle down to their work. I’m tired of walking in on an orgy every time I need a box of paperclips or to take a dump.
None of this I vocalized to Brennan. He just stared at me and then said, “C’mon, Hector, don’t be a stick in the mud. What do you say? Will you help us out?”
“No,” I said. “No,” I stressed when he hesitated to reply, as if I might change my mind.
