In the rare case that one is lucky enough to find employment with a company that does keep a goat, the employee will often find that the mandated training regarding proper use of the milking stool, as well as the extensive documentation that must be read, usually during one’s personal time, is overwhelming, causing most employees to either avoid the goat whenever possible, especially during breaks or lunch hours, or in some cases, even attempt to pretend that the goat simply does not exist.
Somewhere, in the great OSHA bible, amidst bureaucratic red tape and other employment nonsense, buried underneath equal opportunity discrimination and sexual harassment heuristics, there exists this aforementioned section on goats, for which we all are suddenly, awesomely, and beastially grateful.
Yes, I agree, although having spent some time living in the South and other rural areas around the U.S., I tend to shy away from saying “bestially grateful.” But that’s just me.
having grown up in southern Orygun, I try not to use “position on goats” in any of my sentences.
hehehe.... I wondered how long it would take you to say something about that.
Well I grew up in Los Angeles and, needless to say, goat lore and trivia appearances are few and far between.
In LA it’s either nuts flakes or fruits, all favorite foods of goats, so there.
I can’t believe I didn’t throw up some background music yesterday for everyone to play while we discussed goats.
Well if that’s how you’re going to play it I’ll throw my two cents in.
Ha! I love seeing cartoon nuns say, “I know he thinks you’re fun and stuff, but does he know how to wind you up?”