Hooray For Work
I figured I'd treat you people to a few highlights from an average day at work. So... prepare to be treated. (Note: "Chris" denotes Chris Rickey. I'm denoted by "Me".)
Shawn: They've got two new hires in the break room; one for you and one for me.
Chris: No way. Seriously? They've got us out here doing busy work, and they're hiring two new guys?
Shawn: Yeah. We're always late. They have to train our replacements before they can fire us.
Chris: Damn, man. You can put anyone in a shitty mood.
Me: I'm happy.
Me: Is that tape on fire?
Chris: What tape? ... Oh, that tape!
Shawn: *writes "Sleepy Head" on my gloves* Now you'll know they're your gloves when you pick them up.
Me: I appreciate that.
Shawn: Now, nobody look at my gate code.
Me: 'kay. I guess I'll just keep using my own. Yours won't be working after next week, anyway.
Chris: I wonder how long it takes them to take out a code when they fire someone.
Me: Well, give me your code, and I'll keep using it until it stops working. Then we'll know.
Chris: *is hit in the head with a rubber band*
Shawn: Where'd that rubber band come from?
Bubba: *comes over, laughing* That hit him right in the head!
Shawn: Oh, that's where it came from.
Bubba: *points at me* I was trying to hit him.
Me: My supervisor's trying to kill me. Great. You two are getting fired, and I'm getting killed.
Bubba: Help him out! You gonna let that old man do all your work?
Me: I was hoping to.
(office lady walks by)
Chris: Would you hit it, Davis?
Me: Hit what?
Chris: That chick that just walked by.
Me: If she made me mad, maybe.
Chris: She infuriates me.
Me: You're too violent.
Bubba: You're working all day Friday.
Me: What? Could you repeat the question?
Bubba: There wasn't a question.
Me: That's what I was afraid of.
So, anyway... Working Friday. And we don't get to go home until we're done with whatever it is that we're doing, so... I could be there for a while.
Shawn: They've got two new hires in the break room; one for you and one for me.
Chris: No way. Seriously? They've got us out here doing busy work, and they're hiring two new guys?
Shawn: Yeah. We're always late. They have to train our replacements before they can fire us.
Chris: Damn, man. You can put anyone in a shitty mood.
Me: I'm happy.
Me: Is that tape on fire?
Chris: What tape? ... Oh, that tape!
Shawn: *writes "Sleepy Head" on my gloves* Now you'll know they're your gloves when you pick them up.
Me: I appreciate that.
Shawn: Now, nobody look at my gate code.
Me: 'kay. I guess I'll just keep using my own. Yours won't be working after next week, anyway.
Chris: I wonder how long it takes them to take out a code when they fire someone.
Me: Well, give me your code, and I'll keep using it until it stops working. Then we'll know.
Chris: *is hit in the head with a rubber band*
Shawn: Where'd that rubber band come from?
Bubba: *comes over, laughing* That hit him right in the head!
Shawn: Oh, that's where it came from.
Bubba: *points at me* I was trying to hit him.
Me: My supervisor's trying to kill me. Great. You two are getting fired, and I'm getting killed.
Bubba: Help him out! You gonna let that old man do all your work?
Me: I was hoping to.
(office lady walks by)
Chris: Would you hit it, Davis?
Me: Hit what?
Chris: That chick that just walked by.
Me: If she made me mad, maybe.
Chris: She infuriates me.
Me: You're too violent.
Bubba: You're working all day Friday.
Me: What? Could you repeat the question?
Bubba: There wasn't a question.
Me: That's what I was afraid of.
So, anyway... Working Friday. And we don't get to go home until we're done with whatever it is that we're doing, so... I could be there for a while.