Wet Floor

At the place I used to work, there was this older Russian guy who handled all the cleaning. He took out the garbage, vaccumed, dusted, you name it. I have to say that he was a really great guy, and he had an amazingly positive attitude considering all he did all day long was clean up after us pigs.

Anyway, his name was pronounced SIM-EE-ON, like the word "Simian." The spelling of his name, however, was a different matter: "Semen." Yep. Like, you know... jizz. My co-workers and I would giggle uncontrollably every time an email came around with his name on it.

I once tried to politely ask this nice, nice man about the spelling of his name, and he said "When I come to this country, my boss, he say "Semen, the name... is no good..." I know... I know. But is my name, you know?"

I figured, if he was cool with the name, who was I to judge? So my co-workers and I put the matter to rest and stopped giggling over his name. Like I said, he was maybe the nicest man on earth, and we all really loved him. So no more with the giggling.

Until he put up the sign.

One day, Semen had to mop and wax the hardwood floor in the office of the VP. Being a thoughtful sort of dude, he put up a notice to warn anyone entering the office, and then, I suppose so they'd know it was for real, he signed it.

Here it comes... Get ready...

It was several years ago now, but I'm pretty sure I physically collapsed when I saw the sign. And then of course, I regained my composure and took a picture.