I have a poodle.
I referred to him in an earlier post. But I don't think that I took the time to accurately describe the poodle.
Some important information you need to know.
1. I have known my poodle for 8 years.
2. We met at work, in fact we started at the same time.
3. We have been kicked out of training classes for misbehaving.
4. We have gotten certain public features in training software permanently removed for "accidental" misuse.
5. we each gotten hideously drunk in front of the other one.
6. During one of those instances, one person got outted. But not who you think.
7. During one of those instances, one person fell down stairs at Grand Central Station in NYC.
8. I have a bad habit of playing practical jokes on him.
9. In all these years, he's only gotten me once.
So the last two are going to be the topic of this post.
You see, I am his Hag. Oh he has his girls that sit near him and they are all really tight, but I am THE hag and I take my job VERY seriously.
My Poodle picks all my formal wear out for me or at the very least approves it. See below for the outfit I am wearing to my brother's wedding:
So, you get the idea.
There was a day LAST YEAR that Poodle was downtown with two other mutual friends, G and Dim. Poodle was on vacation and I was sitting at his desk for lack of another spot in that office that day. Poodle, Dim and G are having lunch since 11 and it is now 2. We are all supposed to meet up later since we had guests from out of town and the whole team was going to Annie Moore's for drinks.
Poodle calls his phone and asks to speak to one of his Angels ( the girls that sit by him are referred to as Charlies' Angels - guess who he is???? NOT Tom Bosley I can assure you!). She is on the phone, but I have to wonder why he calls his own phone. He isn't even clear on who answered it. So I decide to have some fun with him.
He Finally figures out that its me. We talk, or he talks and I put him on speaker for the entire row's entertainment. And then I take his overly large post it note pad, a blue highlighter and proceed to write I Love Poodle.
However, He's familiar with my work.
He continued to find these for weeks.
A few months later, he went on vacation again. Being tied up with my own work, I was unable to work out of the NYC office that week so I couldn't write more post-its, So I enlisted the help of a "friend" in the office. I had him willing to do this. He wrote out stickies saying I Heart my poodle
That one had him mystified. He still swears to this day that I did it. But, I promised not to reveal
my source and I have not. NEVER - I promised.
I did go into 200 Park a month ago for a team lunch. Similar to last year. This year I sat next to him as he was in the office. I silently contacted my "friend" and when Poodle and I left for the day - together - my "friend" went to work with the post its. Poor Poodle. this one killed him. He saw me get on the subway. He actually convinced himself that I doubled back and did it after he got on the Metro North. This one is the most fun of all three. Of course it doesn't beat the crank call as Becky but that's for another time.
Even as recently as today, He still believes I doubled back and put them all over. He's going to read this - mark my words. The first mystery will be revealed, but that just opens the door for the second mystery. who is my accomplice?????? hmmmm.
Poodle is one of my favorite people. He's the one person I can be truly silly with and I know I don't laugh nearly as much as I do with him. till my sides hurt and my face aches.
I referred to him in an earlier post. But I don't think that I took the time to accurately describe the poodle.
Some important information you need to know.
1. I have known my poodle for 8 years.
2. We met at work, in fact we started at the same time.
3. We have been kicked out of training classes for misbehaving.
4. We have gotten certain public features in training software permanently removed for "accidental" misuse.
5. we each gotten hideously drunk in front of the other one.
6. During one of those instances, one person got outted. But not who you think.
7. During one of those instances, one person fell down stairs at Grand Central Station in NYC.
8. I have a bad habit of playing practical jokes on him.
9. In all these years, he's only gotten me once.
So the last two are going to be the topic of this post.
You see, I am his Hag. Oh he has his girls that sit near him and they are all really tight, but I am THE hag and I take my job VERY seriously.
My Poodle picks all my formal wear out for me or at the very least approves it. See below for the outfit I am wearing to my brother's wedding:
So, you get the idea.
There was a day LAST YEAR that Poodle was downtown with two other mutual friends, G and Dim. Poodle was on vacation and I was sitting at his desk for lack of another spot in that office that day. Poodle, Dim and G are having lunch since 11 and it is now 2. We are all supposed to meet up later since we had guests from out of town and the whole team was going to Annie Moore's for drinks.
Poodle calls his phone and asks to speak to one of his Angels ( the girls that sit by him are referred to as Charlies' Angels - guess who he is???? NOT Tom Bosley I can assure you!). She is on the phone, but I have to wonder why he calls his own phone. He isn't even clear on who answered it. So I decide to have some fun with him.
He Finally figures out that its me. We talk, or he talks and I put him on speaker for the entire row's entertainment. And then I take his overly large post it note pad, a blue highlighter and proceed to write I Love Poodle.
However, He's familiar with my work.
He continued to find these for weeks.
A few months later, he went on vacation again. Being tied up with my own work, I was unable to work out of the NYC office that week so I couldn't write more post-its, So I enlisted the help of a "friend" in the office. I had him willing to do this. He wrote out stickies saying I Heart my poodle
That one had him mystified. He still swears to this day that I did it. But, I promised not to reveal
my source and I have not. NEVER - I promised.
I did go into 200 Park a month ago for a team lunch. Similar to last year. This year I sat next to him as he was in the office. I silently contacted my "friend" and when Poodle and I left for the day - together - my "friend" went to work with the post its. Poor Poodle. this one killed him. He saw me get on the subway. He actually convinced himself that I doubled back and did it after he got on the Metro North. This one is the most fun of all three. Of course it doesn't beat the crank call as Becky but that's for another time.
Even as recently as today, He still believes I doubled back and put them all over. He's going to read this - mark my words. The first mystery will be revealed, but that just opens the door for the second mystery. who is my accomplice?????? hmmmm.
Poodle is one of my favorite people. He's the one person I can be truly silly with and I know I don't laugh nearly as much as I do with him. till my sides hurt and my face aches.
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