If you can't tell by now, I work in an office full of idiots with zero personalities. (And no, I don't fit in). Perhaps, it's because of the fact that I reside in an IT department may have something to do with it. For example, I had a brief conversation several months ago with a geek who's overweight body parallels his oversized ego. To break the ice, I initiated some small talk, and mentioned that I recently purchased a state of the art navigation unit. He immediately felt obligated to mention his new $5000 plasma screen. After spending what seemed like an eternity listening to me why his choice was better, I immediately saw my opportunity and ran like hell.
Over the course of the next several encounters with him in the hall, he immediately asks me about my navigation unit, which initially was a nice gesture to show that he remembered, but now seems so one dimensional as that is the only basis of our conversations. I typically respond back that I still like the unit, and the conversation stalls. After many long pauses, I usually make some excuse to "have to run."
My issue is why can't the imbecile come up with something original. Heck, I'd even appreciate if he asked me about the weather, baseball, rumor, anything but the damn navigation unit. It's times like these that make the old fashioned "how are you. . . fine," conversations seem so right.
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Hey, by the way, how do you like that navigation unit?
Keep in mind this is the same person who tried to look smart during a meeting and mentioned that he was familiar with many music "generas." To which I immediately interjected (publically) that he must have meant "genres." He meekly responded that he meant another word which was not the one I mentioned.
Perhaps this guy likes the music they play at Panera.
I just wish I had a camera during this meeting.
Maybe you could afford one if you sold your vintage Dodge Polara.
I think you're confusing it with the Cutlass Sierra
Don't you mean a Cadillac Catera?
Only person to drive something of that era would be Yogi Berra!
And David Gara.
He was the one who sold me that poster of Farrah.
...and Toby Harrah.
He's from the south, like the house of Tara.
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