Calling my Boss Mr. Pinky for the day

Sorry, I am running behind in my blogging duties.  What can I say other than “Mr. Pinky”, “Mr. Pinky”.

“Here Mr. Pinky”.  Ok, don’t freak out. 

If anyone actually reads my website you will know that I have pledged to do a selection of stupid stuff and one of my first tasks was calling my boss Mr. Pinky for the day.   I think he looks so cute in his little hat.  OK, don’t get the wrong idea.  Our relationship is not freaky or anything.  He is just the guy who pats me on the back when I do a good job and smiles at me down the hallway when he sees me.  Jesus, this sounds freaky.

OK, he has to be a decent guy not to fire me for writing this kind of stuff right.  Just imagine sitting in a conference room with a room full of people and calling your boss Mr. Pinky.  I think everyone below had a nice time and he does have a good fan club.

I personally would not want a group of woman sitting around a huge table holding up signs calling me Mr. Pinky but so far he has been cool with it.  I think next time we should go a different route and maybe have the theme be Mr. Big.  Hmmm, that sounds like it might be taken already.  OMG, I have the sequel to the next Sex in the City movie.  Mr. Big meets Mr. Pinky (log where your mind goes now, then come back).  I could get my boss a job in Hollywood; he would make millions and therefore couldn’t be upset by the slight blog that was focused on something so ridiculous.

 

Well wish me luck.  Hopefully he will laugh and not take things to seriously.  If he does I could just show all these pictures to his wife.  She thinks he works in accounting.  These ladies don’t look like any accountants I have ever known.

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