National Truth Day at the Office: It’s time to tell it as it is.

Truth is Heavy. That’s why few care to carry it.

   Every so often you go to work knowing that today will be different. It might be because it is the eve of the New Years party or casual day or even secretary day. Around the globe they have come up with some interesting work days such as Britain’s Wrong Trousers Day in which the participants each pay a pound to be able to wear outlandish trousers to work, the money of course going to charity. Another sign of the times is English Day which is celebrated in several international companies, the idea being to improve the workers’ English.

   My favorite work day, however, is commonly known as Dotato, short for Day of Truth at the Office.  There are several rumors regarding the origin of this day. Some say that it was invented by Mark Dee Sad, the infamously cruel manager of Hell’s Kitchen Catering. Others attribute to Matt Hairy from the Hoare Holdings Group. (Both these companies actually exist, try googling them!). Whatever the truth may be, Dotato can be a real fun day.
Datota is historically celebrated on June 21st.  On this day you are allowed to say what you think to office staff of all levels without the risk of an armed guard being sent to escort you off the premises.
So here is how my last Dotato day went.
Me: (walking out of the elevator with a smile on my face, twenty minutes late and bumping into my boss) Morning Bob, You look like S–t this morning, is that the new style?
Bob: How many times do I have to flush you down the toilet before you go away? (walks off).
I walk over to the buxom secretary with the short blond hair and mauve painted fingernails.
Secretary: What you looking at?
Me:  Well aren’t we a ray of sunshine today?
Secretary: Is staring at my boobs considered part of your job?
Me: My doctor told me that if I stare for ten minutes every day  it’s the equivalent of 30 minutes of aerobics, 
 I didn’t wait for an answer and headed of to the coffee corner where several of my colleagues were already filling up.
Doug: Hi Steve, I can see your highness has finally honored the office with your presence,
Me: This isn’t an office, it’s hell with fluorescent lighting.
Doug (to Mary): Why the sourpuss look? Did your husband finally come home?
Mary: Good one frogman. Actually I’m allergic to work, I’m coming down with digital compression.
Me: Seriously though guys, I have to have the report done by the end of the day.
Doug: Can’t do man, my cache memory is damaged. After a couple of beers with Mary I won’t remember a thing you’ve said.
It was a great day.

   With thanks to Doug’s Divine Drollery from which I lifted several quotes.