January 30th, 2007

dude, seriously?

I work in a very suburban-ish area, in the sense that it’s not a big city, but there are other businesses nearby.

One is a mid-sized building, shorter than ours, that I can see from my window.

And hear.

They’ve been doing some sort of construction on it and I swear to god, it feels like we’re in the middle of a battlezone. There is a constant percussion of noise, something akin to bombs dropping a few miles away, and our building shakes ever so often, causing Mickey and I to grouse.

Our IT guy just came up to finish installing a new computer. When the building shook yet again, he looked over at me, winked, and said, “My, my, you rock my world.”

And then he chortled.

I don’t know whose expression was more dismayed and disgusted, mine or Mickey’s (he truly loathes the IT guy).

(The IT guy, you see, is well into his 40s, quite unattractive and highly irritating. Seeing as how this is a building full of women, he fancies himself a “ladies man” and attempts to flirt with all of us, and therefore has an irrational need to one-up Mickey whenever he can.)

He grinned at Mickey, who simply responded.

Dude…. Seriously?

And shook his head.