faster pussycat... type! type!

Well, red usually means "Caution," or "Beef" if it's a bouillon cube.

The biggest, most exciting news in my life? My cube, at work, will be moving to another location in the building. Sometime. Maybe in spring. Which goes to show you just how exciting my life is right now. I want to be placed in a dark, quiet, isolated corner.

Here's a fun fact about Evildeb, I really enjoy listening to her talk to customers. Especially difficult ones. It's not that she's mean or rude or anything. Quite the opposite. She's very calm and collected, but firm. I'm too nice. She's talking to a customer right now. One who is a bit on the clueless side. One who keeps escalating because she doesn't like the technical answer she receives. So I'm listening to Evildeb explain simple technical facts over and over again. Cute!

Evildeb, Dr. Stevil and I are notorious for our bickering. You wouldn't think we were friends. In fact, one boss Steve and I had, came to me and asked me if he and I were having problems [I don't think she had been our boss for long] because she heard us arguing. I explained that that was how we showed our love for one another, by trying to make the other one so angry, they started throwing things. Put three stubborn, dominate, opinionated people in a room. Make them each incredibly different in temperament. Give them each a different point of view, a different way of seeing things, a different way of solving problems, and a different work style. Make one of them a super genius like me. Make one of them pathologically unable to admit she is ever ever ever wrong, even if she is. And make the other one a crabby gay man with a great love for shoes. What do you have? Weapons of mass destruction, that's what. So, I was very amused when an employee at our vendors, wrote a story about working with everyone here, before she left the company. I really enjoyed our paragraph. I hope she doesn't mind I am going to paste that part here. By the way, there is a wizard in this story.

All Jodi could hear from her perch in the top of the tree was Deb yelling "You either get down here or I'm sending Steve up to slap you"! She looked down scornfully. It had taken her a long time to get her beanbag chair all the way to the top branch. And she was tired from her second trip up carrying the popcorn. "Yeah, yeah, you'll never get me" she taunted, smacking her lips on the buttery popcorn she was shoving in her mouth. Steve was enraged and started scrambling up the tree. Deb pushed him from behind. "Stop pushing me" he said, reaching behind himself to wave her away. "I'm not pushing" she hissed, "I'm helping. Now stop yammering and get up the tree"! With a chuckle the Wizard grabbed them all, stuffing them into the bag with all the others.

Posted by jodi at janvier 18, 2005 01:39 PM

Love it! I can so relate. I work with a guy that is so detail, anal, etc... that no one wants to talk with him. But he asks the right, and most difficult questions. Favorite phrase is "have you actually read the fucking doc?". I find that everyone comes to me now for answers.

Posted by: DrinkJack at janvier 18, 2005 05:32 PM

don't be too nice, or you'll never get any peace. that's what i've discovered. i actually worked with a guy, a digital photo lab, who worked 2nd shift. all the employees would come up to the digital lab after work and want to work on their own projects, on the computers. and, naturally, they'd need help and ask the 2nd shift techs for it. sometimes causing the 2nd shift techs to stay late to finish the work they are paid to do. but nobody bothered scott. and he would say to me, "sometimes, i'm glad i'm a dick."

Posted by: Jodi at janvier 19, 2005 06:43 PM