How to Procrastinate: Tip No. 3—Talk Dirty to Me

I’m happy to see Station Manager Ken and Music Man Brian dropping the f-bomb in their recent posts. That's leadership! Frankly, I thought the fmu djs were going to rain a shit-storm of curse words upon the blogosphere. Since even thinking about things like poopy on the radio is gonna cost $500,000 a pop, let me remind everyone that online shit is FREE.

However:

I do wonder, and this is gonna show how long it’s been since I’ve had a real job, how much “indecency” generally causes corporate online V-chips to kick in? I don’t want my potty-mouth to single-handedly keep you guys from procrastinating at work.

Next time, maybe: porn.

Comments

[Disastrogirl]

I work in the "creative" department of a small subsidiary of a large corporation. On the other side of the my cubicle space are some of the sales people. Once I exclaimed "Fuck" when my computer crashed, and got called into the boss' office for a little talkin' to. I was also informed that a friendly little shoulder massage (I'm taking massage classes, and people used to come to me at my desk) can be construed as "third party sexual harassment" by anyone happening to pass by. Especially if it's girl on girl.

[Disastrogirl]

OOps. never mind. I'm going to run out and take a class in remedial reading comprehension now.

[buckeye girl]

I can look at websites at work all day, but if someone sends me a bad word in an email, it bounces back to the sender with a message that says the filter caught it due to the use of "fuck" or whatever. After initial panic, my friends find this hilarious. Of course, it is very easy to fool those filters by using fukc or sh1t or a$$ and other 3rd grade upside down calculator tricks.