Thursday, April 05, 2007
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One of the most annoying things about Mr. S is that he constantly tries to one-up me. If I say I have to take a break because I've been working for 16 hours and I'm exhausted, in hus mind it's a challenge. He seems to really get into it if I throw out a "challenge" when I've really just reached the end of my rope. For example:
Me: "You know, Mr. S, I really need to take just 10 or 15 minutes and go grab something at the grocery. We worked through lunch and I really need to eat something now that it's 4pm."
Him: "Oh. Hm. Well. Do what you need to do, I guess. I haven't eaten in four days." (he says this kind of thing about not eating all the time and I'm convinced it's completely bogus. He's not fat, but the way he claims to eat one or two bites of food every couple of days is ridiculous. I mean, he'd weigh like 60 pounds by now.)
Or:
Me: Now that we've been working for 14 hours, I really need to take a quick break--a walk around the building or something to stretch my legs. My back is starting to bother me from being in this chair so long."
Him: "Oh. You go ahead. My congenital spine problem is flaring up too, but I'll try to sot here and get some work done while you're gone."
Or:
Me: "Yeah, Mr. S, I'm going to have to call it a night. After all, it is 1:30 in the morning and you had me come in at 6:30 yesterday morning and I just really can't do anything meaningful or productive anymore. Let me go home and just get a few hours of sleep and I'll be back before the office opens."
Him: "Mmm. Right. Well, I basically never sleep, so I'll stay here and work feverishly into the night (yes, he really talks like this when he's not saying things like 'it is, because it wasn't was' and making up words like "recipotate") and we can pick up in the morning. I'll still be sitting here whenever you get back."
I don't know exactly why we're putting in such long hours right now, but it's really getting on my last nerve.
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When I picture him saying those things, he comes off so prissy.
What is that Ben Folds song...the battle of who could care less...only w/ Mr. S it is a different sort of "caring" less. He always cares the least.
Okay, one more song for the soundtrack. :)
My office manager does that. We secretly keep a running score on who "wins" every conversation with her. It's kind of funny/sad though, because a lot of times her counters are not even relevant, like:
me: Gosh I'm hungry.
her: oh yeah, well try living with a four year old who still has temper tantrums because I won't let her watch Barney.
She's a nut-job.
LMISS
Was he sitting there the next morning?
He's a freak.