so apropos of nothing
Sep. 1st, 2010 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I'm working in the back office section of the store this week. Our eBay guy is on vacation. I'm filling in for him. It's mind-numbing.
The district manager sits back there a lot. He has a laptop. He does emails and ordering and talks on the phone and has sort of meetings or whatever. He just hangs out back there, and goes out in front when he needs to do stuff or wait on customers.
So I'm spending a bit of time with the D.M. Which is fine, I like him. We get along. He generally respects me, I generally respect him, it's a good working relationship. (It's really amazing how far that goes.) He does karate, and swaps hints about hitting people with me and my roller derby stories.
So random story from yesterday.
D.M. is sitting at his desk, his back to me. My back is to him. On the other desk, my lunch is sitting. It's a Tupperware container of yogurt, a peach wrapped in a paper towel, another tiny Tupperware of granola.
D.M. is on the phone. He hangs up, and starts singing. "Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care... Jimmy crack corn, and I'm gonna eat your muffin. Jimmy crack corn, and I'm gonna eat your muffin."
I finally realize he's not on the phone and is thus probably addressing me. I turn around. "What?"
"I'm gonna eat your muffin," he says.
"What?" I'm genuinely astonished, as this seems like a really odd and somewhat out-of-character dirty reference. (We're, like, twelve. That's at least a 14+ entendre.)
He points at the food. "That thing, wrapped in a napkin. I'm gonna steal it."
"Oh," I say. I'm slow on the uptake, it's a character feature, not a flaw. Really. "Um, that's not a muffin, that's a peach."
"Ha," he says, "I'm gonna eat your peach!"
At this point I lose it in helpless laughter. And it suddenly dawns on D.M. why these might be somewhat... odd things to say to a female employee.
Oh, I giggled most of the day. You probably had to be there.
I just figured I should post something here. The sort of thing that takes more than 150, or 2000, characters to explain. It's like I'm forgetting how to do that. But then, nobody blogs like that anymore. *shakes fist at incoming tide, retreats muttering onto porch with cane*
The district manager sits back there a lot. He has a laptop. He does emails and ordering and talks on the phone and has sort of meetings or whatever. He just hangs out back there, and goes out in front when he needs to do stuff or wait on customers.
So I'm spending a bit of time with the D.M. Which is fine, I like him. We get along. He generally respects me, I generally respect him, it's a good working relationship. (It's really amazing how far that goes.) He does karate, and swaps hints about hitting people with me and my roller derby stories.
So random story from yesterday.
D.M. is sitting at his desk, his back to me. My back is to him. On the other desk, my lunch is sitting. It's a Tupperware container of yogurt, a peach wrapped in a paper towel, another tiny Tupperware of granola.
D.M. is on the phone. He hangs up, and starts singing. "Jimmy crack corn, and I don't care... Jimmy crack corn, and I'm gonna eat your muffin. Jimmy crack corn, and I'm gonna eat your muffin."
I finally realize he's not on the phone and is thus probably addressing me. I turn around. "What?"
"I'm gonna eat your muffin," he says.
"What?" I'm genuinely astonished, as this seems like a really odd and somewhat out-of-character dirty reference. (We're, like, twelve. That's at least a 14+ entendre.)
He points at the food. "That thing, wrapped in a napkin. I'm gonna steal it."
"Oh," I say. I'm slow on the uptake, it's a character feature, not a flaw. Really. "Um, that's not a muffin, that's a peach."
"Ha," he says, "I'm gonna eat your peach!"
At this point I lose it in helpless laughter. And it suddenly dawns on D.M. why these might be somewhat... odd things to say to a female employee.
Oh, I giggled most of the day. You probably had to be there.
I just figured I should post something here. The sort of thing that takes more than 150, or 2000, characters to explain. It's like I'm forgetting how to do that. But then, nobody blogs like that anymore. *shakes fist at incoming tide, retreats muttering onto porch with cane*
