Stay with me here. My co-worker’s* conversation peaked my interest as usual when I heard her say, “He wants to stab someone with his leg. No seriously he does…..”
I pondered this for a moment, raising my face to the sky looking for some sort of logic in this statement. Would the stabbing mechanism be a really long toe nail? A bony knee? Maybe it was slang for kicking someone in the groin? Something wasn’t adding up.
My co-worker is equal parts Momma June, Precious and Orange is the New Black. Everyday, usually after her 3rd 25 minute smoke break, she waddles back in, sits down at her cube and continues the 15-30 minute conversation already in progress.
These phone calls are my 2 PM pick me up. I don’t need coffee, 5 hour energy drinks (which by the way, taste awful, don’t they?) or chocolate to get me through the second half. I have Jerry Springer on the other side of the cube, it’s free entertainment and I love it.
The best conversations are her quarrels between her huge family or the jobless boyfriend of the month. Below is a sampling of what I hear almost daily:
“You were nothin’ to me! You hear me? Nothin’ bitch!”
“Need to get my prescription filled. Don’t be needin’ to fall asleep on ya.” This will seem more funny when I tell you on my first day she announced that all of my new surrounding co-workers were on speed. ‘Is this a company sponsored program?’ I thought.
“I don’t have a problem. Trust and believe bitch. Trust and bu-liev-e!”
“Spend an hour in my single parent shoes! Oh don’t you go there. Don’t you go there.” Her son is an adult.
Getting back to the potential stabbing device, she continued to tell her story to what was surely an equally hot mess on the other end.
“So Bob, ya know has a prosthetic. Well when he takes it off, the one part is really sharp. He was over at Frank’s last night, showin’ me. Yeah…he was a little more proud than I would have been”, she said with a cigarette rich voice. She continued, “said he was gonna just stab anyone that pissed him off that night.”
Shiver me timbers, a prosthetic leg. We have a modern-day pirate who wishes to stab someone with their prosthetic leg. I looked over at my cube mate, hoping to meet her stare in that she had been listening to all of this too. She had been employed 6 months longer than me and apparently this didn’t faze her because she had her head down typing away. I theorized it was because she was dead inside from working at this place.
*Full disclosure, I no longer work at this place, thank God!
I don’t even know what the world is nowadays, but I guess we all need more pirates?…..
Lol! This is up there with the woman who trained a squirrel to attack her boyfriend (only she got arrested). How funny!
Are you serious? How does that work? If you have the link, I would love to read about it! Thank you for reading!!!!
Lol I thought my sharing was the happiness lol ?
Here: http://worldnewsdailyreport.com/woman-arrested-for-training-squirrels-to-attack-her-ex-boyfriend/comment-page-5/
Lol ?
Oh my goodness!
What kind of company was it? This sounds like a truly interesting place to work!!
Josy, it was the worst job of my life. I’ll be real here. I was a Buyer for Southwestern boots. People working there ate, slept and breathed horse. My experience with horses only reached to My Little Ponies.
Eep. That would be a nightmare for me too!
I did grow up in a village that had horses but I was always a bit scared of them. I saw my sister fall off a horse when I was 4ish, so even though I think they look friendly, I’ve never quite overcome that fear.
You must have lots of crazy stories though. It sounds like you worked with some fun loonies.
See, I was picturing a prosthetic limb, but one of those T-2000 pointy metal ones, making him look like a cyborg praying mantis in a torn human suit.
Bob’s actual leg was disappointing, and Bob should feel bad about himself.
Haha, well at least you don’t work there anymore! What a riot!!