WTF?

This section is dedicated to crazy shit that happens throughout a regular day. It leaves us only to ask one question, WTF? This entry is brought to us by Danica.

Each day I come to work knowing there is a high likelihood of a strange and uncomfortable interaction with at least one of my coworkers. This morning however, I had no idea that today would go down in the annuls of crazy workplace lore. Let me preface this with a little background on Angela. Angela came to us from a 23 1/2 year stint at a local newspaper. Yes, I said 1/2. With the addition of Angela, the median age of my work team is now 42. Angela herself was born in the paleolithic era and looks like a scary version of the wicked queen from Snow White. She is an odd duck with a background in theatre, which of course is why she is logically employed at the bank. What makes Angela interesting is her random, unprovoked outbursts of honesty. Today proved to be a fine day indeed. I complied with Angela's request to cover an outstanding item as she was leaving work early to pick up her son from camp. I graciously accepted her request and wished her all the best with her son as she had not seen him all week. She then asked if I would like to hear the "Zander" song. Never missing an opportunity to be entertained I agreed. I would like to say that this would be the first time this week that a coworker serenaded me, however not the case. The Zander song was heartfelt . . and LOUD. Below are the lyrics . .

He's my zander

He's my zanderman

He is my zander

Love him all I can

He is my zander

He's my pumpkin pie, its true Woo, woo, woo, wo-oo

Well I'm gonna kiss him and I'm gonna hug him

Gonna put him in the bathtub and rubba' dubba' dub him

Line I can't remember

Then I gonna pat his sweet bontoon

The only way to follow up such a beautiful song would be an equally outrageous statement. Angela announced (again very loudly) that she breastfed her son until he was 3 after I asked if she still sang the song to her son. That seems like a reasonable response to my question. Zander song and a proclamation of borderline child abuse, another day at the bank.