3.15.2007
HI HA HA HA, HOW ARE YOU TODAY???
So, since I've been promoted we've had to hire someone to take over my job. Today was his first day. Lets take a little trip down today's memory lane shall we? Yes, lets!
I got to work, walked out to the warehouse and the warehouse manager informs me Mr. Loudtalker (the new guy) is 'cataloging' the part numbers because they aren't what he's used to. Good initiative right? Riiiiggghhhhttttt.
I sit down at my desk, start turning stuff on, making coffee and here comes Mr. Loudtalker.
Mr. LT: HI!!! HI!! YOU REMEMBER ME RIGHT? MR. LT? (shakes my hand again, and let me say this, clammy slimy fuckin hands man) HA HA HA, I WAS JUST IN THE WAREHOUSE.
Me: Yep. That's you desk, there.... * sweet sugar coated jeeeezus it's to early for this*
Mr. LT: HA HA HA HA, SO IF I HIT THE F4 BUTTON WHAT DOES IT DO? WHAT HAPPENS IF I NEED SOMETHING? SO HOW DO I SIGN IN? HA HA HA
Me: Ugh.
So I go show him how to sign in, get him all set up and appraised of what happens when the phone rings, what his responsibilities are. No problem. His very first phone call
Mr. LT: HI, TIMOTHY AUTO SUPPLY, THIS IS MR. LT HA HA HA WHAT CAN I DO FOR YA??
RIGHT, RIGHT, HA HA HA. YEAH I KNOW. SURE.
SURE THING PAL. SEE YA. HA HA HA.
Now my skin is starting to crawl and my ears might have been bleeding a little. And I might be just a little too hung over to listen to a loud talker all day. Around 1:30 we got really busy. There are only 3 of us and 16 phone lines. We're all jammin along, all of us on the phone talking to a customer, he answers a phone call, turns to us and says
"HEY, DID ONE OF YOU GUYS TALK TO SO AND SO'S AUTO REPAIR ABOUT BALL JOINTS FOR AN F150??"
Like it was necessary to yell across a 10 foot room. I dropped my phone from my ear and said
"You *do* know this room isn't that big? You don't *really* need to yell."
His response????
"HA HA HA SORRY."
Finally, at the end of the day we're sitting around talking. He tells us all kinds of personal shit and random bits we don't need to know. Examples:
I AM NOT REAL GOOD WITH HOUSE REPAIRS
IN THE SUMMER I WORK OUT BECAUSE I LIKE TO WALK AROUND WITH MY SHIRT OFF.
I CAN'T COOK. WHAT SHOULD I COOK TONIGHT FOR DINNER??
HA HA, TOMORROW I SHOULD HAVE MORE ENERGY, I'LL GET A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP TONIGHT.
*I actually, at this point, suggested he take some kind of depressant because he is very loud and if he became any more exuberant I might just have to de-squeak him like they do dogs. He said to me
HUH, I'VE NEVER HEARD THAT BEFORE, AM I TOO LOUD???
And my personal Fav:
YEAH.............. LIKE I TOLD MR. BOSSMAN I HAVE BEEN CLEAN AND SOBER FOR ALMOST A YEAR NOW. IT'S GOOD. GOOD. I HAVE TO FIND OTHER THINGS TO DO. I LIKE TO GO TO KARAOKE NIGHT. AND I SPEND A LOT OF TIME IN COFFEE HOUSES. YEAHHH........
Thank GAWD I will not be in this building much longer. I might have to drive him back to drinking......
I got to work, walked out to the warehouse and the warehouse manager informs me Mr. Loudtalker (the new guy) is 'cataloging' the part numbers because they aren't what he's used to. Good initiative right? Riiiiggghhhhttttt.
I sit down at my desk, start turning stuff on, making coffee and here comes Mr. Loudtalker.
Mr. LT: HI!!! HI!! YOU REMEMBER ME RIGHT? MR. LT? (shakes my hand again, and let me say this, clammy slimy fuckin hands man) HA HA HA, I WAS JUST IN THE WAREHOUSE.
Me: Yep. That's you desk, there.... * sweet sugar coated jeeeezus it's to early for this*
Mr. LT: HA HA HA HA, SO IF I HIT THE F4 BUTTON WHAT DOES IT DO? WHAT HAPPENS IF I NEED SOMETHING? SO HOW DO I SIGN IN? HA HA HA
Me: Ugh.
So I go show him how to sign in, get him all set up and appraised of what happens when the phone rings, what his responsibilities are. No problem. His very first phone call
Mr. LT: HI, TIMOTHY AUTO SUPPLY, THIS IS MR. LT HA HA HA WHAT CAN I DO FOR YA??
RIGHT, RIGHT, HA HA HA. YEAH I KNOW. SURE.
SURE THING PAL. SEE YA. HA HA HA.
Now my skin is starting to crawl and my ears might have been bleeding a little. And I might be just a little too hung over to listen to a loud talker all day. Around 1:30 we got really busy. There are only 3 of us and 16 phone lines. We're all jammin along, all of us on the phone talking to a customer, he answers a phone call, turns to us and says
"HEY, DID ONE OF YOU GUYS TALK TO SO AND SO'S AUTO REPAIR ABOUT BALL JOINTS FOR AN F150??"
Like it was necessary to yell across a 10 foot room. I dropped my phone from my ear and said
"You *do* know this room isn't that big? You don't *really* need to yell."
His response????
"HA HA HA SORRY."
Finally, at the end of the day we're sitting around talking. He tells us all kinds of personal shit and random bits we don't need to know. Examples:
I AM NOT REAL GOOD WITH HOUSE REPAIRS
IN THE SUMMER I WORK OUT BECAUSE I LIKE TO WALK AROUND WITH MY SHIRT OFF.
I CAN'T COOK. WHAT SHOULD I COOK TONIGHT FOR DINNER??
HA HA, TOMORROW I SHOULD HAVE MORE ENERGY, I'LL GET A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP TONIGHT.
*I actually, at this point, suggested he take some kind of depressant because he is very loud and if he became any more exuberant I might just have to de-squeak him like they do dogs. He said to me
HUH, I'VE NEVER HEARD THAT BEFORE, AM I TOO LOUD???
And my personal Fav:
YEAH.............. LIKE I TOLD MR. BOSSMAN I HAVE BEEN CLEAN AND SOBER FOR ALMOST A YEAR NOW. IT'S GOOD. GOOD. I HAVE TO FIND OTHER THINGS TO DO. I LIKE TO GO TO KARAOKE NIGHT. AND I SPEND A LOT OF TIME IN COFFEE HOUSES. YEAHHH........
Thank GAWD I will not be in this building much longer. I might have to drive him back to drinking......
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Can we say "STFU!!!!"
I hate people like that. Okay, being loud, I can kind of forgive. But being obnoxious? No way, man.
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I hate people like that. Okay, being loud, I can kind of forgive. But being obnoxious? No way, man.
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