When you have to
work in a 12'x15' foot room with two other people, you tend to get to know them pretty well. I work with two other guys, one of whom has been getting on my nerves in the past few days. His name is Joseph, and I think he is suffering from terrible
identity crises.
I think it started with the
glasses. Don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against glasses at all, but when you don't have a perscription, and continually wear glasses with clear lenses, one just has to wonder what kind of statement is trying to be made here.
Next came the
pretzels. He discovered that he could buy those six inch pretzel sticks that they sometimes give out at
italian resteraunts. He brings them to work in a little case that he keeps in his
breast pocket. Every once in a while he will pull one out, carefully remove all the salt crystals off of the abnormally long and straight pretzel, place them carefully into an ashtray on his desk, then he will proceed to hang the pretzel out of his mouth as he works, as if it were a
cigar! This guy has never smoked a
cigarette,
joint,
cigar or anything in his entire life! And the most irritating part is that he will pull the 'cigar' out of his mouth, exhale loudly, then turn it around, and loudly munch on the other end. He will then turn it back around, tap the 'cigar' in the ashtray, then shove it back into his mouth!
To top all, today he came in with his hair
dyed black (from its original brownish red) and insisted that we should now refer to him as
Palmer. The other
co-worker complied, as he thinks that this whole situation is just hilarious. I myself think don't think I can take it much longer.
This has been one of those
nodeshell rescues.