YOP

YOP


OK, so this friend of mine gets a new job. I have no idea what he does, I am just glad he got a job.



He comes over for coffee the other day.



He tells me about some forms he had to fill out at work.



"The boss told me to fill out my YOP forms".



I poured him a cup of coffee, trying to look like I knew what in the heck he was talking about.



"Did you get the forms in on time?"



"Oh yeah, Annie, they were easy to fill out, you could even do them".



"Oh", I answered.



I cut some cake and still tried to look like I knew what in the heck he was talking about.



Maybe there are new forms I don't know about out there in the work place.



Maybe I am just really stupid.



He waits for a while.



"Aren't you gonna ask me what YOP stands for"?



"Sure", I answer.



"Your Own Opinion".



"Oh sure, I knew that", I answer while lighting up a cigarette and still trying not to look like an idiot.



"Oh, Annie, you would love it, they have these forms and you have to fill them out once a month and give your own opinion on what goes on at work".



I sit there for a minute.



"Do they have forms like that for house hold use?"



He looks at me funny.



"I think I should fill those out here, you know, what goes on here, or better yet, what DOESN'T go on here. You know, give my own opinion on why the toilet seat still isn't fixed and why my car still sits in the driveway waiting for a new fuel pump".



"I better go out and see what Grampa is doing out in the sugar shanty", was his reply.



Wimp.



Talk later,



Annie

Posted by anne smith at 3:53 AM