Didn’t take me years to get it that sloppy. Took one stupid memo from an employer. HQ wasted an entire sheet of 8.5×11 on a two-line memo that was of singular unimportance — and then insisted that everyone in the store sign — not initial, which it deserved; sign — the memo. This was when Arsenio Hall had his original talk show, where he started the show in an animation where he waved his fist in the air and it looped out into that basically one-line autograph of his. So I told those coworkers who were standing around, “If HQ wants a signature on this POS, they’re getting the Arsenio Hall version.” It’s been my signature ever since.In fact, when I left that job to take another, my program manager returned my first time sheet with the order, “You have to sign your timesheet.” “That is my signature,” I told him. He then sent me to see the site manager, whose office, conveniently, was in the same double-wide office trailer. He asked me, “Have you ever seen my signature on a time sheet?” “No,” I replied; whereupon the site manager opened a desk drawer, pulled out a folder, and laid it on his desk. His sig was worse than mine. “So,” I asked him, “I guess you have no problem with the signature on my time sheet?” “Nope,” he replied; and that was the last I heard of that.
Joseph Paisley almost 10 years ago
Do we know his name?
Sheila Hardie almost 10 years ago
Don’t you sign credit card slips? Same idea.
K M almost 10 years ago
Didn’t take me years to get it that sloppy. Took one stupid memo from an employer. HQ wasted an entire sheet of 8.5×11 on a two-line memo that was of singular unimportance — and then insisted that everyone in the store sign — not initial, which it deserved; sign — the memo. This was when Arsenio Hall had his original talk show, where he started the show in an animation where he waved his fist in the air and it looped out into that basically one-line autograph of his. So I told those coworkers who were standing around, “If HQ wants a signature on this POS, they’re getting the Arsenio Hall version.” It’s been my signature ever since.In fact, when I left that job to take another, my program manager returned my first time sheet with the order, “You have to sign your timesheet.” “That is my signature,” I told him. He then sent me to see the site manager, whose office, conveniently, was in the same double-wide office trailer. He asked me, “Have you ever seen my signature on a time sheet?” “No,” I replied; whereupon the site manager opened a desk drawer, pulled out a folder, and laid it on his desk. His sig was worse than mine. “So,” I asked him, “I guess you have no problem with the signature on my time sheet?” “Nope,” he replied; and that was the last I heard of that.