Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Management at our company has been fairly vigorous in its stand against sexual harrassment. Some of this stems from a printout of some teenage boobies on the community printer/copier a few years back. Usually, and especially since then, we're all pretty careful with our questionable e-mails and verbal commentary.
Yesterday, as I was washing up and leaving the bathroom, one of the guys asked if I'd seen the new reading material in the stall. (There's an omnipresent pile magazines on the back of the comode, with titles like National Geographic and Water Well Journal.) He said it was only in there because it was the "Girls of the ACC" issue . . . of Playboy.
The guy telling me this? Our Regional Vice President.