As part of City training, I was sent off to the Municipal Services Building for “Sexual Harassment Training”.
I am not joking. That is actually what it is called. For this sexual harassment training I have received a piece of paper officially stating that the City of Philadelphia acknowledges that I have now been trained in sexual harassment.
So when I get back to the library, I have to tell everyone
Me: …so then they give me this paper stating that I am indeed a certified sexual harasser
Coworker: Jesus Christ
Me: I am framing this abomination.
Coworker: so I used to work in this frame shop, and we had this room in the basement that was just a big pile of stuff nobody ever picked up after dropping it off. It was all really crappy artwork and stuff… I can see why they never came back for it. Anyway I was digging around there one day to get rid of some of the older crap when I found a bunch of certificates. This fuckin guy had five certificates saying he completed anger management courses, all on different dates.
Me: wat
Coworker: Five!! And he had them framed!
Me: what a world