When you and at least one other co-worker tour
s of other workers, ideally in other divisions, floors, etc.
There are amusing and mysterious things to see, like photographs
. Most of these are baffling and/or disturbing. There's one with the guy, his wife (who looks like a cross between Barbara Bush
and a butter substitute
), and his son, a blonde, six-year old Robert DeNiro clone
. They are all wearing matching denim
shirts. I won't mention how many times we've brought that up.
Some people have rocks with psalms on them, which I think they'll use as a deadly weapon
for the next heathen
that dares say "goddammit" within earshot (I'm in the Bible Belt
, here...). Others have comics, usu. The Far Side
. There's nothing too weird or fun here.
So you and your co-workers stroll through the aisle
s and check out calendars
s, photographs, things that people are reading, eating, etc. Mostly you make fun of their pictures, assemble some magnetic poetry
, or look in their fishbowl
s. The desk tour can only be properly done in the middle of the night when you can say "Look what they
married" with impunity.