#funny


Tony’s Video Tribute

Ces hap­pen to for­ward me a link to a Youtube gen­er­ated video trib­ute of Tony for play­ing for Alaska’s Milk­men in the PBA. It’s just weird watch­ing it, at least for me. I was just crack­ing up in most cases. Here it is:

Office Policy (A Forwarded Email)

Awe­some lol =)

New Office Pol­icy Dress Code:

1) You are advised to come to work dressed accord­ing to your salary.
2) If we see you wear­ing Prada shoes and car­ry­ing a Gucci bag, we will assume you are doing well finan­cially and there­fore do not need a raise.
3) If you dress poorly, you need to learn to man­age your money bet­ter, so that you may buy nicer clothes, and there­fore you do not need a raise.
4) If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and there­fore you do not need a raise.

Sick Days:

We will no longer accept a doctor’s note state­ment as proof of sickness.

If you are able to go to the doc­tor, you are able to come to work.

Per­sonal Days:

Each employee will receive 104 Per­sonal days a year. They are called Sat­ur­days & Sundays.

Bereave­ment Leave:

This is no excuse for miss­ing work. There is noth­ing you can do for dead friends, rel­a­tives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees attend the funeral arrange­ments in your place. In rare cases where employee involve­ment is nec­es­sary, the funeral should be sched­uled in the late after­noon. We will be glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and sub­se­quently leave one hour early.

Bath­room Breaks:

Entirely too much time is being spent in the toi­let. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three-minutes, an alarm will sound, the toi­let paper roll will retract, the stall door will open, and a pic­ture will be taken. After your sec­ond offense, your pic­ture will be posted on the com­pany bul­letin board under the ‘Chronic Offend­ers’ cat­e­gory. Any­one caught smil­ing in the pic­ture will be sec­tioned under the company’s men­tal health policy.

Lunch Break:

* Skinny Peo­ple get 30 min­utes for lunch, as they need to eat more, so that they can look healthy.
* Nor­mal Size Peo­ple get 15 min­utes for lunch to get a bal­anced meal to main­tain their aver­age fig­ure.
* Chubby Peo­ple get 5 min­utes for lunch, because that’s all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.

Thank you for your loy­alty to our com­pany. We are here to pro­vide a pos­i­tive employ­ment expe­ri­ence. There­fore, all ques­tions, com­ments, con­cerns, com­plaints, frus­tra­tions, irri­ta­tions, aggra­va­tions, insin­u­a­tions, alle­ga­tions, accu­sa­tions, con­tem­pla­tions, con­ster­na­tion and input should be directed elsewhere.

The Man­age­ment

Here Comes Another Bubble…

Caught Taking Off My Pants?

Today started off weird. I was at the bus stop wait­ing for my bus to go to the City, when I sud­denly hear a loud voice com­ing from behind me:

HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

I was caught off guard as I sud­denly turned towards the source. With a quick glance, I sud­denly saw this old man in front of his house (which is next to the bus stop). I quickly gave a look around if it was me he was talk­ing to. I also think I did a quick Taxi mono­logue (“You talkin’ to me…?”).

I then responded in a dumb­founded manner:

Excuse me?” He replies with the same ques­tion. “Good morn­ing. I’m wait­ing for the bus…(?)”

While say­ing that, I was tak­ing a look below me. “I have my pants on for sure,” I said to myself. Then, the fol­low­ing ensued:

  • old man: “Wait­ing for the bus…? I just saw you tak­ing your pants off.”
  • me: “What??? No, just wait­ing for my bus haha” *crackin’ up inside*
  • old man: “Well… I thought I saw you tak­ing off your pants.”
  • me: “Haha… It’s too early in the week for that” *smil­ing to lighten things up*
  • old man: “Too early in the week? Not for my week(!)”

I think he was still some­what pissed off. I didn’t really pay atten­tion as I was still crackin’ up inside, and not try­ing to show it.

Mean­while, after catch­ing the bus, I took a moment to rem­i­nisce. Before he came out gun-slinging out of his house, I remem­ber putting my keys in my back­pack. Now, there was a faux rock thing that cov­ers those power/cable/phone out­lets on the pave­ment. I know that I have put my back­pack down in front of me, on top of that faux rock. I… just hap­pen to be fac­ing his house while doing it. That, and he prob­a­bly heard me zip-up my back­pack haha.

The thing that bother me is, he prob­a­bly was observ­ing me the whole time even before I zipped up my bag. Damn, what a crazy morn­ing and a crazy dude.

From my mind to yours, when wait­ing for a bus: make sure to look out for crazy home bod­ies; be under­stand­ing if they all of sud­den prowl at you for no rea­son at all; and be ready for a great laugh—though it seems very weird HA!