This place I work at 04
First, an update on the poinsettia experiment...
all plants have improved tremendously.
I had nothing to do with it... really...
If anyone comes up to me with a wilted salad, heads will roll!
(Oh, that was unintentional - but damn funny, so it stays.)
~~/~~/~~
It's our second day back to work, and TheDictator has already started acting up again.
MrQ and I spent over an hour trying to get a rather important assembly jig to behave itself (suffice it to say that masking tape can only MacGuyver something for so long). We got it to work again - flawlessly. It was working before lunch. After lunch, TheDictator tried to get it to work and, when it wasn't working 'properly' (aka she was doing it wrong), she undid the work we did, and did a half-assed workaround that (a) doesn't work and (b) can and does damage the foam. The whole time she was taking it apart, I was less than 6 feet away from her, watching the whole production. She didn't care that other people were telling her to leave it alone because MrQ fixed it already, nor did she bother asking anybody how MrQ asked us to use the jig. She just 'fixed' it.
The funny thing was, MrQ came up behind me just after she finished 'fixing' it. "BooZymatic, please tell me I didn't just see what I saw. Sigh. She just will never learn, eh? Don't worry about it - I'll re-fix it after she leaves and before the afternoon shift starts."
~~/~~/~~
Scene: Ladies' locker room, 2:45pm
"*snork* So, BooZymatic, are you going to kill her this time? *giggle*"
"Nope. I made a New Year's Resolution to not kill TheDictator this year... and I intend to keep it."
"You know, from most people, that would be an automatic joke. But coming from you, I'm not so sure..."
"Ah, it's so refreshing to have co-workers who truly appreciate me."
"And occasionally fear you, too. Mustn't forget the fear."
~~/~~/~~
While I was cleaning up after doing my stint at the dipping vat, MrQ came up and asked me if I was having fun. "Of course, I'm getting paid to play in the mud," I say. "Besides, it's not like I'm getting paid enough to stay clean."
"Well, BooZymatic, you should consider keeping a spare set of clothes in your locker. Just in case."
"Just in case what?"
"Umm, well, just in case... you might need to look presentable on short notice. You know, I'd rather get my hands dirty on a regular basis around here, but I have responsibilities and am not allowed to get messy anymore."
Seems to me like he's trying to tell me something. I guess I can spend an extra couple of minutes wrapping myself up in plastic prior to dipping each day, and keep an extra t-shirt in my locker. Just in case...
all plants have improved tremendously.
I had nothing to do with it... really...
If anyone comes up to me with a wilted salad, heads will roll!
(Oh, that was unintentional - but damn funny, so it stays.)
~~/~~/~~
It's our second day back to work, and TheDictator has already started acting up again.
MrQ and I spent over an hour trying to get a rather important assembly jig to behave itself (suffice it to say that masking tape can only MacGuyver something for so long). We got it to work again - flawlessly. It was working before lunch. After lunch, TheDictator tried to get it to work and, when it wasn't working 'properly' (aka she was doing it wrong), she undid the work we did, and did a half-assed workaround that (a) doesn't work and (b) can and does damage the foam. The whole time she was taking it apart, I was less than 6 feet away from her, watching the whole production. She didn't care that other people were telling her to leave it alone because MrQ fixed it already, nor did she bother asking anybody how MrQ asked us to use the jig. She just 'fixed' it.
The funny thing was, MrQ came up behind me just after she finished 'fixing' it. "BooZymatic, please tell me I didn't just see what I saw. Sigh. She just will never learn, eh? Don't worry about it - I'll re-fix it after she leaves and before the afternoon shift starts."
~~/~~/~~
Scene: Ladies' locker room, 2:45pm
"*snork* So, BooZymatic, are you going to kill her this time? *giggle*"
"Nope. I made a New Year's Resolution to not kill TheDictator this year... and I intend to keep it."
"You know, from most people, that would be an automatic joke. But coming from you, I'm not so sure..."
"Ah, it's so refreshing to have co-workers who truly appreciate me."
"And occasionally fear you, too. Mustn't forget the fear."
~~/~~/~~
While I was cleaning up after doing my stint at the dipping vat, MrQ came up and asked me if I was having fun. "Of course, I'm getting paid to play in the mud," I say. "Besides, it's not like I'm getting paid enough to stay clean."
"Well, BooZymatic, you should consider keeping a spare set of clothes in your locker. Just in case."
"Just in case what?"
"Umm, well, just in case... you might need to look presentable on short notice. You know, I'd rather get my hands dirty on a regular basis around here, but I have responsibilities and am not allowed to get messy anymore."
Seems to me like he's trying to tell me something. I guess I can spend an extra couple of minutes wrapping myself up in plastic prior to dipping each day, and keep an extra t-shirt in my locker. Just in case...