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On the subject of labor.
Thursday, September 15th, 2005 08:21 pmPeople Who Make My Day Less Tedious With Their Social Tics
-The lone printer guy, who always stomps downstairs and sighs theatrically as he makes his way past my desk-office towards the restrooms. He once asked me to go to a show with him, and I turned him down, and it hasn't discouraged him at all. I know the sigh means he wants me to ask what's up, or at least encourage him through eye contact, but he's on his way to the bathroom. In ten seconds he's going to be urinating. This is not the time for a chat.
-Everyone who waits patiently at the already unlocked door, apparently for me to make a "super-secret-signal" or hit some kind of magic button; in actuality the signal is just sign language for IT'S UNLOCKED CAN'T YOU HEAR ME YELLING
-The crowd around my desk trying to see the King-Kong trailer over my shoulder.
-Everyone who asks if we have a phone book while looking at it.
-Everyone who asks if we have a water fountain while looking at it.
-Somebody who asked if we have a catalog while holding it.
-The funny and wonderful staff who do amazing and (lovingly) accurate imitations of the other half of the staff, maybe without knowing that as soon as they leave the other other half will all have committed their idiosyncracies to memory for tomorrow's performance of Who Took My Effing Stapler In Two Acts.
-The elderly gentleman who doesn't lock the door when he pees. You know, because fun is expensive and life is short.
Sigh. It's been a long-ass day and tomorrow looks to be the same. Still, I wouldn't trade it. Hear that ?Nobody attempt to trade me Remus Lupin for my job. I mean nobody. I won't budge. Er. Somebody ? Anybody ? COME ON PEOPLE.
Orange out. :)
-The lone printer guy, who always stomps downstairs and sighs theatrically as he makes his way past my desk-office towards the restrooms. He once asked me to go to a show with him, and I turned him down, and it hasn't discouraged him at all. I know the sigh means he wants me to ask what's up, or at least encourage him through eye contact, but he's on his way to the bathroom. In ten seconds he's going to be urinating. This is not the time for a chat.
-Everyone who waits patiently at the already unlocked door, apparently for me to make a "super-secret-signal" or hit some kind of magic button; in actuality the signal is just sign language for IT'S UNLOCKED CAN'T YOU HEAR ME YELLING
-The crowd around my desk trying to see the King-Kong trailer over my shoulder.
-Everyone who asks if we have a phone book while looking at it.
-Everyone who asks if we have a water fountain while looking at it.
-Somebody who asked if we have a catalog while holding it.
-The funny and wonderful staff who do amazing and (lovingly) accurate imitations of the other half of the staff, maybe without knowing that as soon as they leave the other other half will all have committed their idiosyncracies to memory for tomorrow's performance of Who Took My Effing Stapler In Two Acts.
-The elderly gentleman who doesn't lock the door when he pees. You know, because fun is expensive and life is short.
Sigh. It's been a long-ass day and tomorrow looks to be the same. Still, I wouldn't trade it. Hear that ?Nobody attempt to trade me Remus Lupin for my job. I mean nobody. I won't budge. Er. Somebody ? Anybody ? COME ON PEOPLE.
Orange out. :)
