Monique Walks Out

Monique was planning on quitting anyway. Her grand exit was more than
we had expected.

The Eagle was in a mood yesterday. Monique was on the phone making
lunch plans with her boyfriend when he went over to her desk and gave
her a disapproving reprimanding lecture about making personal calls.
He said it was giving a "bad impression and setting a low standard"
for the new employee (Referring to O-space-man I assume, who was
sitting all of two-feet away.)

A bad impression? What is a "good impression" of our office? A stoic
grave where we all work in a trance like machines? People work best
when they're happy, comforatble and feel like part of a team with
camaraderie. A concept apparently lost on some.

A couple months ago the Eagle was on a previous campaign to turn his
staff of young women into silent workers (virtually impossible.) We
rebelled by putting name-tags up calling us "La Machine" and sent
anonymous memo's "Where are the TPC Reports" to the whole office
(remember those from Office Space the movie? he he hee :) Things
seemed to go back to normal.

We thought the Eagle had eased off his crusade to hush us, but
apparently not. As soon as he walked away from Monique's desk I
glanced over and saw her eyes had a stony-cold look in them. She
immediately sent me an e-mail. "I've had it! Today I'm outta here.
I'm not coming back after lunch."

I looked down at the clock. 11:37 a.m.. Well, guess she won't be
around much longer. I've got to hand it to her, I didn't think she'd
do it. Quiet, sweet Monique, walking out -- what we fantasize about
all the time.

Monique collected her lamp, photos and books, put a two sentence
letter of resignation into the Grape's inbox, and left for lunch.
Never to return.

Three cheers!!!