The Entertainer

There are times that I get a kick out of making people laugh at work, whether it's something strange I say, or do. And then there are times that I'd rather not be the reason for the smiles and laughter. Tonight was one of the latter.

I was talking with the boss, and he mentioned the amount that our owner wants for the company. I looked at him, and asked him if he was going to buy it. He said he needed more investors. I mentioned that I'd be willing to break my piggy bank as long as one of our first acts as the new owners was to fire a woman I refer to as "The Hag." He didn't find that amusing.

Now, I don't truly hate her... but I'm not that far off, either. I won't go into all of the reasons why, but she's a woman that I will not speak with unless spoken to directly... and then, only in monosyllablic answers. She isn't worth my precious soundwaves. Anyway, when I referred to her as a hag, he looked at me and told me it wasn't very nice. "This I know," I told him, "but it's true."

He started in with some spiel about how god (Allah) will get even with those who do bad things, or spread bad things about others. It is not up to us to try to right wrongs. He was referring to the woman, but also facetiously directing it at me.

He tells me this as I'm working on trying to loosen a socket head screw with a T handle allan wrench. Damn thing was very tight, so I really leaned into it... and then it broke loose, sending the wrench spinning.

I've failed to mention that it was a waist level. Well, I'm mentioning it now. Wrench made contact with satchel, and to my knees I went. I thought I was going to puke... and all I could do was laugh like an idiot!

Boss looked at me, and said, "So what kind of person do you think "P" is, now?" I let him know that even though my future kids may now be stuck running around with dents in their heads, she was still a bitch. He was grinning. Next thing you know, I've got people coming up to me asking what I thought of "P" as a person. What jokers...

I guess it's true that everyone loves a good shot to the nuts... as long as it's someone else's satchel getting smacked. I made everyone's evening.

Sadistic bastards.

Posted by That 1 Guy at September 29, 2005 12:12 AM | TrackBack