Office Politics.
In the summer of 2004, I got made redundant and took a temping job for about a month. I started with two other people, one a man (Martin), the other a woman (I think her name was Linda, though I can't remember for sure).

A few days in, the whole office was out the front of the building during a break. The usual conversations that crop up when you start a new job had begun, where your new colleagues tell you what a shit place it is to work, and how you'll hate it. (Unless it's just me who gets that? Maybe I should take the hint...)

Anyway, a couple of the people in our group were talking about what a wanker the manager was (it turns out that they were absolutely spot-on about that), and how he was interfering with things that effected the effeciency in the office.

Martin said: "Oh, it's all office politics, isn't it? Fun and games!"

As I seem to have more than the average experience with that sort of thing, I replied: "You don't have to tell me about that - I've got a *degree* in office politics!"

Linda looked at me for a second, then asked me: "Where did you do your degree?"

At first I thought she was joking, but the look on her face said that she was serious. I'd heard that she was a bit thick, but even so I suddenly wondered if she was all there.

I said that it was only a joke, but really I should have told her that it was the University Of Life, via the School Of Hard Knocks, and then seen if she asked me if those particular educational establishments were local.

I reckon she would've done, too.
(TheAmazingMeatMan ™ can't sing, but he's got soul, Mon 7 Mar 2011, 13:52, Reply)