This ain't dirt.

Being from a long time construction background, some of my language was not fit for the corporate world.
BG developed a routine that helped me remember where I was.
If I spoke improperly, he would either point at the ground or stamp his foot and say:
"This ain't dirt."
Meaning I was no longer in the rough world of construction.
And I appreciated it.
It was very helpful.

One day I came around the corner and looked in BG's cube.
He was talking to a customer.
And sitting back.
Shoes off.
Socks off.
Clipping his toenails.

I just looked and left.

Thinking: Ok. It ain't dirt.

But apparently it is a barn.

Amazing what you can get away with when the customer can't see you.