The cubical jungle breeds strange officemates...
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Thursday, July 11, 2002
I'd buy that trailer from ya but I aint got no idear what its worth
AND THIS MAN IS A TECH WRITER!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!
8:49 AM
Clippa Clippa Clippa
Is it EVER appropriate to clip your nails at work? Pete thinks so and does it almost every day. Either he has so much calcium in his diet that his nails grow like mad overnite or he just doesn't have enough to do.
Clippa
Clippa
Clippa
The sound resonates through my head to the point that I can even hear it with my headphones on.
Oh goodie! we moved from nail clipping to a conversation (i knew Pete wouldn't let me down) those personal calls just keep coming. 8:28AM and already discussing health with the mysterious Mrs Pete. Get this... she says she's not feeling well... surprise surprise. Is there anyone in his family that is not suffering from some maildy? Doubtful. If you ask me they aren't happy unless their miserable. It would appear now we've moved on to a shopping list, door knobs and motion detectors???? What the HELL???? What are they planning? Some kind of Montanna like militia??? Who knows... More to come though as this is just the first call of the day... Stay tuned folks there has to be at least one lawyer call over the current custody battle with "ex number four."
8:34 AM
Wednesday, July 10, 2002
Who is Personal Call Pete?
and more importantly why do we care...
As do most folks in the world these days my office is a sea of cubicles. Little metal and felt boxes that help to give an illusion of "your office." For the most part it's not so bad. You can have some privacy and to a degree it does make work a little easier then sitting in an open classroom like setting and trying to have a phone call or write a document. I've worked very hard on my particular "home away from home" with decorations and toys befitting someone of my kooky nature. I enjoy it as much as anyone confined to a 4 by 8 false walled environment can, BUT... and you knew there was going to be one didn't you, someone always has to throw a baseball through the plate glass window of your sanctity...
Meet Personal Call Pete.
An older gentleman with a thick southern accent who spends the better part of his day discussing personal matters (some I would be embarrassed to even bring up with my doctor) on the phone with friends... LOUDLY.
At first I found the whole thing rather humorous and would regale my friends and families with Pete's sillier tales of woe and huntin' adventures. Now though... Now it's just gotten annoying. Day in and day out I listen to divorce and custody battles to strange growths and bowel problems. So I decided to take action... And this is that action. From this point on I will keep all interested parties up to date with Pete's current medical condition fascination and latest custody battle developments. I will rant and I will complain and I will do all of this because I can. Welcome to a new experiment in social critiquing. Here I will advise Pete on all the things he's doing wrong and quite frankly I can't say to his face. If anyone actually stumbles upon this may read and enjoy, but for those of you who know what I'm talking about and may have your own Pete take comfort in knowing you are not alone... You are not alone.
4:01 PM
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