I work in a "work station" type office area. We don't have cubes. We sit at long ass desks with dividers in between "work stations".
There's a guy named Bob. I'm not protecting him. That's his name.
He's in his late 50's. He's an incompetent technician. He thinks his job is to find fault in other techs. He's dumb. He asks a question with a statement.
Typical Bob interaction:
Bob(walking up to my chair out of nowhere): Thermocouple.
Me (ignoring Bob)
Bob: Thermocouple. Huuuuuuh?
Me: What about them?
Bob: Which one should I use for a 600 C oven? huh? The J, right? Huh? the J?
Me: No, use the K.
Bob: (agitated) No. Yeah. Huh. K? huh. No. J. No yeah Huh? K?
Me: Whatever Bob.
Then he'll walk away and ask someone else to confirm that I gave him good advice.
Anyway, Bob's a fucking pervert. He's a gross old man who has a trust worthy look. Basically the worst combo of stupid, age, perversion, and disguise.
So, I told my friend that sits next to Bob that TMZ was reporting Carradine died from accidental jerk off hanging, and Bob overheard, gets all agitated, and goes into this stream of consciousness:
"Huh? What? No? Yeah? Where'd you hear that? What? No way? How would you even do that? NO. Yeah. HUH? What? (makes noose gesture) No. Yeah. Huh? I heard they cut a hole in a bucket and fill the bucket with sand. huh? no? yeah. Then they tie a rope from the bucket to their neck, throw the bucket over the door and start jerking off. huh? yeah?no? that way it's timed."
So, he goes from saying "how do you do that?" to describing exactly how to do it in about 1 minute. Dude's a fucking freakshow and I wish him the same fate as Carradine.
I know you think I'm wrong to say that. But you haven't met him. He's sick.
This message has been edited by HOLDSDOWNSHIFTKEY on Jun 4, 2009 11:58 PM
I have a coworker that called up the city assessor's office, while at work, and rather loudly argued for a good 15 minutes that her neighbor's house had been undervalued, which both made her house less valuable as well as increased the value of her house by too much.
I don't wish her death, but it would be nice if she'd make her dumb phone calls somewhere where I can't hear them.
Someone came up to me Monday to thank me for "running off" the debil woman. She said she had been working on it for 15 years with no luck. Took me 10 months, booya! Thanks Lush perfume!
Huh? Yeah? No. Huh??
Emokid is throwing slomo dove at my face, I guess that means he flipped me the bird