On What Not To Say At Work

I had my aforementioned Six Month Performance Review at work today. It is technically called a 'Probation Waiver' but my boss kept calling it a 'Prohibition Waiver.' I finally looked at him and said: "so does that mean I can drink at my desk now?" Maybe it is because he is British; or maybe it is because in the place of a sense of humor he has a lump of cold, dark coal; but he totally didn't get it. As he stared at me I realized there would have been crickets chirping, but they probably felt too awkward to make a sound.