I know I'm quoting the wrong post in the wrong thread, but this reminded me......Unless she is a female
- I actually prefer the Aqua di Gio for men!
When do you start your new job?
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I know I'm quoting the wrong post in the wrong thread, but this reminded me......Unless she is a female
- I actually prefer the Aqua di Gio for men!
Thanks for asking - it is tomorrow at 2:30 p.m. but I plan to be there at 2:00 - don't worry - I never wear any perfume/cologne or strongly scented products - it's a hospital and many people are quite sensitive.I know I'm quoting the wrong post in the wrong thread, but this reminded me......
When do you start your new job?
I hope your first day is most fabulous! ♥Thanks for asking - it is tomorrow at 2:30 p.m. but I plan to be there at 2:00 - don't worry - I never wear any perfume/cologne or strongly scented products - it's a hospital and many people are quite sensitive.
Let's hope I don't meet any of these "Strange People at Work" on my first day!
At my present job, I have a co-worker who is one of those born-again fundamentalist types. He believes the source of anything bad can be attributed to a demon infestation. He used to bug me a lot because I'm a Hindu and he said we "worship idols" (I told him heck yeah I do: Bruce Springsteen and Stephen King). He said my skull ring is a way for "the demon" to infiltrate me (I told him, "You never watched The Phantom? He wears a skull for protection"). He says horror books & films create an opening for "the demon" to infiltrate people. He also believes that gay people are gay because they get possessed by a "gay demon." Kinda makes you wonder how come these so-called religious types who are supposedly close to their Lord see Satan in everything around them, as opposed to God.
Every time something with a password, computer, etc. goes wrong around here someone inevitably says in a derogatory way, "Oh, that means you'll have to call the IT help desk in India. Good luck!" Meanwhile, our beloved coworker who is Indian is sitting right among us. Do people not make the connection???
This reminds me of a story I have heard a comedian tell in a couple of interviews now. Unfortunately I can't remember the name of the person, which is a shame because the story is a beaut! Apparently, in his old job, there was a man who I think was a catholic, and he went to see The Exorcist. He decided that The Exorcist was evil - in the sense of demonic - and that to watch the film or own a copy of the book was to invite the devil into your life.
"So," the man said, "as soon as I got home, I took my copy of the book, went out to the beach, walked all the way to the end of the pier and flung it as far as I could into the sea!"
So the comedian went out at lunchtime, bought another copy of the book, soaked it under the faucet and stuck it in this man's desk drawer.
I'm not a vindictive person, and I believe in respecting people's religions - but I laughed like a hyena when I heard that story!
I love this joke! Okay, so here's another oddball I worked with (your story reminded me of her).
I used to work with this girl who was a real hard-core vegan. Now, lemme just say I have nothing against vegans (my niece is one and I love to tease her about it), but I do have a problem if you believe in something strong enough to the point of wanting to force your ideology down my throat, be it religion, politics, even music or art; I just don't put up with that.
Anyhow, this co-worker always annoyed the heck out of everyone with her vegan beliefs, haranguing people about what they ate, etc. You'd be eating your lunch and she'd make it her business to very rudely come up to your face and start lecturing you. Now, lemme just say that when I'm eating, that is not the time to launch into a condescending lecture with me. So one day a few of us decided to car-pool and go out to get lunch. I asked my co-worker if she'd like to get something and she said yes. However, that day everyone decided they were in the mood for KFC. My co-worker made a point tell me that she only wanted some fries, so I said no problem. Then she grabbed my arm and said to make sure I don't "put it in the same bag with the meat." I said what's the big deal - the fries would be packaged in its own bag, which gets tossed in the one big bag with all the other meals. Still squeezing my arm, she insisted that I put it in a separate bag. Rather than try to convince her that dead fried chicken doesn't have some sort of evil osmosis agenda to molest a pack of fries through several layers of plastic and cardboard, I said no problem.
So we get lunch and come back to the office. Apparently deciding she could push her luck even further, she asks me to put her fries on a plate and bring it for her. Of course, me being me and recognising when God knocks, I said you betcha! So I take her fries out, lay it nicely on a plate, then take out the greasiest piece of KFC I could find and started rubbing it all over her fries. It was covered with flakes of dead fried chicken skin, which I told her was there new seasoning.
Anyway later in the evening as I'm on my way out she tells me "Steffen, when next you're going for lunch at that KFC, can you please let me know? Those fries were the best I've ever tasted!"
And yes, I know what I did was childish and mean. I regret nothing.
Outstanding...lol
Some Vegans are so obnoxious. Next time she starts in on you, Steffen, tell her to go take a long look in the mirror at her teeth. Canines. Yep, they're called canines. Whether you believe in evolution or Intelligent Design they are there for a reason...to tear and rip meat. Period.I love this joke! Okay, so here's another oddball I worked with (your story reminded me of her).
I used to work with this girl who was a real hard-core vegan. Now, lemme just say I have nothing against vegans (my niece is one and I love to tease her about it), but I do have a problem if you believe in something strong enough to the point of wanting to force your ideology down my throat, be it religion, politics, even music or art; I just don't put up with that.
Anyhow, this co-worker always annoyed the heck out of everyone with her vegan beliefs, haranguing people about what they ate, etc. You'd be eating your lunch and she'd make it her business to very rudely come up to your face and start lecturing you. Now, lemme just say that when I'm eating, that is not the time to launch into a condescending lecture with me. So one day a few of us decided to car-pool and go out to get lunch. I asked my co-worker if she'd like to get something and she said yes. However, that day everyone decided they were in the mood for KFC. My co-worker made a point tell me that she only wanted some fries, so I said no problem. Then she grabbed my arm and said to make sure I don't "put it in the same bag with the meat." I said what's the big deal - the fries would be packaged in its own bag, which gets tossed in the one big bag with all the other meals. Still squeezing my arm, she insisted that I put it in a separate bag. Rather than try to convince her that dead fried chicken doesn't have some sort of evil osmosis agenda to molest a pack of fries through several layers of plastic and cardboard, I said no problem.
So we get lunch and come back to the office. Apparently deciding she could push her luck even further, she asks me to put her fries on a plate and bring it for her. Of course, me being me and recognising when God knocks, I said you betcha! So I take her fries out, lay it nicely on a plate, then take out the greasiest piece of KFC I could find and started rubbing it all over her fries. It was covered with flakes of dead fried chicken skin, which I told her was there new seasoning.
Anyway later in the evening as I'm on my way out she tells me "Steffen, when next you're going for lunch at that KFC, can you please let me know? Those fries were the best I've ever tasted!"
And yes, I know what I did was childish and mean. I regret nothing.