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Tell us about some of the folks you work with who strike you as odd.
- I've got this guy here at work who dresses like a cowboy (or at least how he thinks one would dress): hat, leather wrist-bands, jeans, boots, a belt buckle big enough for a kobold to use as a shield, and one of those little string ties with the metal clasp. I'm surprised he doesn't walk around twirling a lasso. I swear sometimes I hear him whistling the theme to Rawhide.
...a belt buckle big enough for a kobold to use as a shield...
HEY!!!
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I can't think of a single person I work with at the TV station that isn't a rummy.
Heath, my boss, is about 6'3" and three hundred pounds, and spends most of his time reading the DDO messageboards, not because he plays DDO (he's more of a D&D 3.5 / Burning Wheel guy), but because he thinks the people on the boards are idiots, and therefore funny.
Ben is currently in jail for driving drunk on the way to his parole officer.
Mike and Keegan just left for college. Not sure if they'll be back.
Jamian got a *better job* a few months back. It's a good thing too, because he was a dick, and took credit for my work.
Shane's a good guy, but he complains about EVERYTHING. He's this five-four roidasaurus with a SERIOUS Napoleon complex, and everything is always a major crisis of some sort. And when complaining about the heat or the quantity of work gets old, he always falls back on the fact that he can never find shirts that fit. Dude, it's because your shoulders are as wide as you are tall.
Krys joined the Marines. No one's really going to miss him.
In short, yeah, we're gonna be really understaffed once we re-open after the summer. (Channel 17 TiTV is based out of the administration wing of Ticonderoga Central School, and is therefore closed from late June to early September.)
I work with a man called Tom. He jumped ship, while going to his third tour of Vietnam. He has been in Taiwan ever since. That was in 1969. He speaks chinese perfectly, but his english has atrophied. People talk about explorers going native. Tom came from Brooklyn, but his accent is pure Taiwanese. On the phone, it would be impossible to convince anyone that Tom is American. He talks in movies. He doesn't queue. He interrupts. He likes rice spirits, and keeps his dog in a cage. He wears blue plastic sandals, and a hawaiian shirt. He takes off his shirt in class to wipe his armpits. He chews betel nuts, and sings karaoke. I have never seen anyone so completely change nationality.
When I was hired for this position, the guy that I was replacing was leaving because he had sexual relations with the Executive Sec. and had gotten her pregnant. He tells me this on my second day there, and that I am not supposed to tell her anything about him leaving.
That's just the beginning, most of the ladies here don't bother with the soaps, because work is much more interesting than anything they could bother to put on TV. Far more drama about who is sleeping with who, different family members on the payroll, etc.
There is this woman at work, she has an ear fetish. She goes around caressing everyone's ears. Doesn't matter if the victims are male or female. I cringe when she use to touch mine. I finally got her to stop by expressing a sort of dislike for her.
I am the odd one at my work...
People often look at me in a weird way when i talk about food, quality of life, politics, religion and all...
There is this woman at work, she has an ear fetish. She goes around caressing everyone's ears. Doesn't matter if the victims are male or female.That doesn't sound very hygienic. I hope she washes her hands before touching other people's ears!
What is worse is we work in a food processing plant and she works in the quality assurance department. She actually makes me cringe. So please, someone save me from the evil icky woman. I've made it clear that my ears are off limits.
Well, if you ask my coworkers who the odd ball is, I betcha they will say I am. Of coarse they would be wrong.
I live and work in Texas. I hear great snippets as I walk down the hall:
"And the only defense against the hordes of illegals is our Second Amendment right..."
"Our church..."
"Those stupid liberals..."
"Our church..."
"I think that guy Obama's a Muslim..."
"Our church..."
"China is drilling all our offshore oil..."
"Our church..."
"My son's on a missionary trip..."
"People who believe in 'evolution'..."
"Our church..."
"Like all those Communists in Europe..."
"THE FRENCH!?!"
I don't dare tell people I'm a Buddhist, and was born in "Communist" Europe.
I live and work in Texas. I hear great snippets as I walk down the hall:
"And the only defense against the hordes of illegals is our Second Amendment right..."
"Our church..."
"Those stupid liberals..."
"Our church..."
"I think that guy Obama's a Muslim..."
"Our church..."
"China is drilling all our offshore oil..."
"Our church..."
"My son's on a missionary trip..."
"People who believe in 'evolution'..."
"Our church..."
"Like all those Communists in Europe..."
"THE FRENCH!?!"I don't dare tell people I'm a Buddhist, and was born in "Communist" Europe.
I say shake the birdcage a bit and tell them you are a Communist born in Buddhist Europe! That'll explode a few craniums!
I work with a guy from Peru that's a falconer for half the week at the airport. His job is to have his bird hunt the birds that could get caught in engines and things. He gets up at like 3:30 AM to go to the airport and then comes to work in the office at like 2:30 to finish the day.
Another guy has a huge mustache, down to his collar bone. He actually goes to mustache competitions once or twice a year.
I think everyone has at least some sort of sideline artistic thing (it is the art department); photographers, singers, illustrators, musicians and authors.
I work with a guy who spray-paints his head. He is one of those middle-aged balding guys who just cant stand the fact that he is losing his hair. The bad part is, he covers up his bald spot BADLY. It looks so stupid, I have to try not to laugh every time I am talking with him.
The ear fetish story reminded me of an assistant manager at a fast food burger place I worked at when I was 16. She was around 22, attractive, and had this habit of running her fingers up and down your arm as she was giving out instructions. At 16, I got turned on when a girl breathed in my direction, let alone physical contact. Not sure if that technique was in the manager's handbook, but every young male working there listened rapturously to every word she said to them.
The people I work with are all wonderful, giving souls that bring happiness and enlightenment wherever they go. At least one of them reads these boards.
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I live and work in Texas. I hear great snippets as I walk down the hall:
"And the only defense against the hordes of illegals is our Second Amendment right..."
"Our church..."
"Those stupid liberals..."
"Our church..."
"I think that guy Obama's a Muslim..."
"Our church..."
"China is drilling all our offshore oil..."
"Our church..."
"My son's on a missionary trip..."
"People who believe in 'evolution'..."
"Our church..."
"Like all those Communists in Europe..."
"THE FRENCH!?!"I don't dare tell people I'm a Buddhist, and was born in "Communist" Europe.
Naah, I know how you feel though. The minister of liberal propaganda and ceaseless America bashing I used to work with went somewhere else, so It's cooler now.
As an aside, I don't think it's really a cool thing either side to constantly preach politics at the work site.
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I used to work the night shift at a print shop. Of the 20 or so employees, about half were Straight Edge punks, while the other half were hardcore Jehovah's Witnesses. It made for a lot of odd conversations in the break room - I could choose between the Straights' talk about food and their workout routines (they were all weightlifting fiends who complained constantly about their lack of muscle mass growth - considering that they only ate salad leaves, that shouldn't really surprise anyone) or chatting about Jesus with the Witnesses. I lasted almost two years before deciding that they just didn't pay me enough to put up with this crap and went to grad school instead. I still have nightmares about that break room...
I'm about to change jobs. Ask me in two months.
"Our church..."
Dear lord.
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Well, there is this girl at my work who has a lisp. She sounds like "baby talk" all day. I cringe when I hear her speak, but I don't show it physically (at least I hope not).
"Hewwo, how can I 'elp you today?"
She also says she is "sorry" every other sententce, regardless of whose fault it is. It is weak of me to have thought this, but the last time she said, "I'm sorry!" I thought, "You really are a sorry person indeed!"
....and then I hated myself for thinking that!
Cheers,
Zux