Damion has actually taken Bob's cubicle.
This season Damion is the new Bob.
yesterday he was on the telephone with some one who called him for IT support. That being his main job.
Let me step aside, for a moment, to inject my opinion. I happen to like when IT help guys are amiable and chatty. That way, while your waiting for your password to reset or what-have-you, there's no wierd long pauses with chewing or breathing noises. However, I usually like talking more about the weather or our pet's names etc.
Anyways. Damion proceeds to gab for the next 45 minutes about how many video games he has, what level he has reached on each one, and what areas of the terrain he has the most trouble with in each. I'm sure whomever may have been on the other end facilitated the coversation dually - it may have even been Bob - but it got to a point where Damion was just brag brag bragging and reciting information about the makers of such and such games and how they're better than so and so.
All of this was done at full volume and interrupted by Damion's squirly phsyco laugh from time to time.
I am not joking. think of the scariest clown you've ever seen and give him a high ptiched laugh and that would be about right.
clowns are so freaky.
anyways. after a full morning of calls and gaming-talk Damion begins to pack up some junk from the junk closet. but while doing this there is an obsene amount of burping, huffin and puffing. from the sound of it, you would think that D is about 490 pounds. but really, he's quite small.
I couldn't get past the burping, though. He KNOWS i can hear him. gross, dude. just gross.maybe you should get that checked out.
blah blah blah... he does other odd-ball stuff for the rest of the day.
well today he comes in to retrieve all the junk he had packed yesterday. he came to my cube and stood there for a while. I was pretending like I didn't know he wa ther - just to see how long it would take for him to either walk away or say something.
about 40 seconds later he says, "hey how ya doin?"
"good, how are you today?"
"okay, i could be better"
well - i was just going to leave it as was, but he stood there acting like he wanted me to ask him what was wrong.
"what's the matter?
"nothing."
"how come it could be better? what's wrong?"
I was playing along...
"nothing's wrong, it's just life."
"what? what's wrong with life?"
"nothing, everything's fine."
"oh. okay"
i'm done with that. i don't have time to burn going back and forth on this life-sucking topic.
"I guess when I check my lottery ticket it could be a lot better."
then he just sulks off.
What a sad sad little man.
It really does make me sad. Doesn't the world just seem so hopeless with out the knowlege of a God who is there? I would hate to live in an existence of my life being a meaningless blob with no vision or anticipation for the future. I would hate it if my joy depended on whether or not my lattery ticket reeped any monetary benefit. if money were the answer to life - i'd be sunk for sure.
gosh.
so that depressing little moment ontop of sitting alone in an empty office. ontop of the past several weeks of total cloud cover and drizzle. ontop of missing my family... it's been a kind of down day.
but i get to go dancing tonight after i have dinner and watch the office with friends and co workers.
i've implimented weekly "office parties" at my apartment. i cook and everyone else from work and play come over to eat and watch the office.
so threr will be an upside the today's activities.
the cool part about this deathly quiet office is the space to think and pray and read.
blessing in diguise i guess.
okay. that's enough for now.
ekh, signing off.
yesterday he was on the telephone with some one who called him for IT support. That being his main job.
Let me step aside, for a moment, to inject my opinion. I happen to like when IT help guys are amiable and chatty. That way, while your waiting for your password to reset or what-have-you, there's no wierd long pauses with chewing or breathing noises. However, I usually like talking more about the weather or our pet's names etc.
Anyways. Damion proceeds to gab for the next 45 minutes about how many video games he has, what level he has reached on each one, and what areas of the terrain he has the most trouble with in each. I'm sure whomever may have been on the other end facilitated the coversation dually - it may have even been Bob - but it got to a point where Damion was just brag brag bragging and reciting information about the makers of such and such games and how they're better than so and so.
All of this was done at full volume and interrupted by Damion's squirly phsyco laugh from time to time.
I am not joking. think of the scariest clown you've ever seen and give him a high ptiched laugh and that would be about right.
clowns are so freaky.
anyways. after a full morning of calls and gaming-talk Damion begins to pack up some junk from the junk closet. but while doing this there is an obsene amount of burping, huffin and puffing. from the sound of it, you would think that D is about 490 pounds. but really, he's quite small.
I couldn't get past the burping, though. He KNOWS i can hear him. gross, dude. just gross.maybe you should get that checked out.
blah blah blah... he does other odd-ball stuff for the rest of the day.
well today he comes in to retrieve all the junk he had packed yesterday. he came to my cube and stood there for a while. I was pretending like I didn't know he wa ther - just to see how long it would take for him to either walk away or say something.
about 40 seconds later he says, "hey how ya doin?"
"good, how are you today?"
"okay, i could be better"
well - i was just going to leave it as was, but he stood there acting like he wanted me to ask him what was wrong.
"what's the matter?
"nothing."
"how come it could be better? what's wrong?"
I was playing along...
"nothing's wrong, it's just life."
"what? what's wrong with life?"
"nothing, everything's fine."
"oh. okay"
i'm done with that. i don't have time to burn going back and forth on this life-sucking topic.
"I guess when I check my lottery ticket it could be a lot better."
then he just sulks off.
What a sad sad little man.
It really does make me sad. Doesn't the world just seem so hopeless with out the knowlege of a God who is there? I would hate to live in an existence of my life being a meaningless blob with no vision or anticipation for the future. I would hate it if my joy depended on whether or not my lattery ticket reeped any monetary benefit. if money were the answer to life - i'd be sunk for sure.
gosh.
so that depressing little moment ontop of sitting alone in an empty office. ontop of the past several weeks of total cloud cover and drizzle. ontop of missing my family... it's been a kind of down day.
but i get to go dancing tonight after i have dinner and watch the office with friends and co workers.
i've implimented weekly "office parties" at my apartment. i cook and everyone else from work and play come over to eat and watch the office.
so threr will be an upside the today's activities.
the cool part about this deathly quiet office is the space to think and pray and read.
blessing in diguise i guess.
okay. that's enough for now.
ekh, signing off.
posted by emily harrison at 12:14 PM
3 Comments:
why have you dissapeared?
em-you're a bigger person than I for asking what's wrong, most people would probably go on ignoring..
i'm glad you saw the ray of sunshine peeking through all the clouds. It's sometimes fleeting and you can wonder if you really saw it so you gotta be ready for and know for sure...
Yeah, I need to write a song..
I love you
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