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bursts in through the closed door
“Oh my God, OP, you’re not going to believe this: THE DOG REVOLUTION SET THE BUILDING ON FIRE AFTER BRINGING COFFEE!”
Mhmm, mhmm. Knock first.
Urgent doggies in office updaters rejoicing
Meme cleverly disguised to find out who the cat lovers are
On the list of exceptions, they forgot Cake.
Coke*
I will just never understand why adults who have seen hundreds of dogs in their life will act like they’ve never seen a dog before anytime they encounter a new dog.
Honestly it’s weird as fuck.
Because they’re cute, very warm and bubbly personalities and us humans can be themselves or let their inner kid out with a dog
Come with me, and you’ll see: a world of purely jubilation.
the funny addendum negates all the valuable preceding info. it’s so funny! XD lol i guess that means the entire thing was a joke
Dog should be top priority.
You know when there’s a dog in the office they just write off the whole day as a productivity loss.
If you have a dog that hangs out at the office all the time, everyone gets a +1 mood bonus when they clock in
Nobody ever brings kittens to the office
And that makes me sad.
My veterinarian had an office cat. It would come into the waiting room and sit on my cat’s carrier to exert dominance.
I remember my old vet back up north about 25 years ago had a MASSIVE leopard-looking cat in their office.
I have in fact been to an optometrists office that had office kittens.
Pups always get priority, doesn’t matter what I will drop whatever I am doing to pet them
Including another puppy?
New is always better
Oh man I want one of these so bad and I work from home.
There is always the front door.
I want one of these so bad
When you say “these,” you’re talking about a revolution, right?
Yup. Guillotines are a great DIY project to teach the children about woodworking and justice.
And lost fingers.
Not after they learned some proper woodworking.
One of the best things about my job is that our clinic’s offices share a hallway with the hospital’s charitable organization, and they have two golden lab “therapy dogs”.
A lot of the clinicians keep dog treats in our offices and once or twice a day the doggos will politely paw at people’s doors for treats and pets time. They are by far my favorite co-workers.
I worked at a hospital that has therapy dogs. There was a code you could call for the dogs. I can’t remember it now. It was like "Dr. Rover is needed in room 12” or something like that.
The cutest thing is that the dog has a badge.
So they’re training dogs to trick-or-treat?
Tbh, not a lot of training required. They are really treat/love motivated.
They are really treat/love motivated.
I used to work for a private air cargo company and at the time they were renting space from a private jet operator. The owners daughter worked out of the second floor office and brought her mixed breed dog with her everyday. The highlight of our day was when Olive would come down for a bathroom break or a walk and would stop by our office for pets and the “secret” treat. I don’t miss the job, but I do miss the Olive.
But at least now I mostly work from home so I get to spend every night with my golden snoring like a lumberjack behind me. She’s become so well known that during some meetings I’m asked to switch from the headset to speakers so they can say hello to her.
Once or twice a day!? Why the hell am I doing this job??
Urgent business:
I see dog and coffee; sounds like a net positive to get on with writing more dissertation.
Someone walked in on him jacking it to animal porn. I guarantee it
i had to tell my mom not to come in without knocking
it’s my house lol
“The building or someone is on fire”
When I was working in property management, certain people would frequently call me in the middle of the night for what they considered emergencies. They’d wake me up because a stove burner wouldn’t heat, or a lightbulb was out, or they just remembered that a door creaks. This shit got old real fast, so I began training the night callers that “emergency means Fire, Flood, or Death”.
One man was unfazed by my Fire, Flood, or Death mantra, so every time I saw his number ring in, I just shouted into the phone FIRE FLOOD OR DEATH? FIRE FLOOD OR DEATH?!
When my husband and I started dating he was a property manager of an apartment complex. Coincidentally they fired him within a month after I moved in since he was getting an apartment as part of his salary. As we were moving out of that shithole we still had people walking into our empty apartment after us both yelling at us that such and such needed to be fixed. Completely wild.
woooow its so crazy that people expect their homes that they are paying so much rent for to be functional ALL THE TIME
The door creaks! It’s 2am! Quick! Wake the property manager up, he must know now!
I just wanted to inform you that there is a revoition, and its leader is a dog, I thought you would like to know.
Also I would like to point you you have missed a few emergencies, like a tornado tore the roof off.
