Wednesday, July 18, 2007

I'll Call Him Stampy

Last week many of the directors were out of the office attending the national conference and expo hosted by our "sister" organization. There were conference calls back and forth as we got more details regarding the hostile take-over attempted on our office that has been underway for almost 12 months (Sidebar, the theme of the National Conference [chosen by our sister organization] is World Domination Tour 2007). After an hour-long conference call, the office executive administer asked us"So, anything exciting happening back there?"


A little background and a rewind to ealier that week. Background: To the immediate rear of our office property is a nature reserve that stretches north, south and east for several miles. We regulary see a small variety of wildlife passing through. At this point the Human/Resources facility person usually announces on the intercom that there is a _______(insert adjective here i.e., cute, quick, lively, little)________(another adjective i.e., brown, multi-colored, large, small)_______(insert noun here i.e., fox, deer, goose, raccoon, duck) outside of ________(insert location, i.e., Scott's office, the conference room). At this point some of us rush to the window to see the wildlife and some even keep binoculars handy to get a closer look.


So earlier that week my office neighbor Heather points out the window and says, "hey is that a tent?" Sure enough, way off into the distance is a modest but brightly colored tent. There is a man who resembles the viral marketing director for chaps ralph lauren sitting a little ways away from the tent. Scott pulls out the binoculars to further investigate.


"Ahhhhhhhhh," Scott rips the binoculars away, "my eyes, my eyes." Turns out we have caught the visitor in a not-so-private act of defocation, which explains the squatting. I'm tempted to pick up the intercom line and announce that there is a homely stranger relieving himself outside of Scott's office. I decide against using the intercom but quickly go to the closest office to announce our guest. Pretty soon there is a small crowd gathered in Scott's office. "What's he doing now?" "Wait, where did he go, I can't see him."


Fastfoward to the conference call with the office administrator later that week. "So, anything exciting happening back there?" Second in command, the exam director, replies with "Actually we have a homeless guy living out back and we're feeding him donuts."


But the next day we arrive to see that Stampy is packing up the tent. I wonder where he will go. I've gotten attached to him these last few days and truly I'm sad that he is leaving us. Maybe he will come back. If you love something you have to set it free . . .

2 comments:

Ellen said...

Maybe he was the guy who was sleeping in your living room when you lived with Bryant?

Karen said...

Oh, I forgot about him. That was a very scary night for me and maggers. Thank goodness we had a big strapping man in the house who was able to tap the bum's shoulder and say "sir, you need to leave, uh sir, this is not your house."

Lesson learned: Always lock your door at night.