|Jesus mugs from this post here.|
Given that I reside and work in Mexico I find it surprising that I haven’t encountered this situation before.
As it turns out I work with a guy named Jesus. (“Hey-zeus”, if you will.)
He’s the guy who runs the errands for our company.
It just doesn’t feel right when I email and ask, “Coud you please have Jesus pick me up some dry erase markers from Office Max?”
Jesus shouldn’t be worried about my office supplies. He has bigger fish to fry.
(Pun totally intended.)