Young and broke and naïve enough to assume the footage would stay buried forever.
How wrong I was.
“Holy crap! Pause this!” yelled Kirk from Shipping.
HR had herded everyone into the conference room. Mandatory training video. How not to sexually harass your fellow co-workers. Enlightened stuff.
“That’s you, Anderson! Isn’t it?” he laughed, pointing at the screen.
It was. Me in an undersized mustard-yellow dress shirt, bushy mustache, horn-rimmed glasses. Me saying wildly inappropriate things while shamelessly eyeballing a woman twice my age.
A terrible look for the current VP of Marketing.
Let’s hope they don’t find the others.
The Weekday One Hundred 