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Nov. 16th, 2007 08:46 pmSo I think work was in a surreal mode tonight. Well, twice, anyway.
First act of o_O wasn't towards me. One of the guys is sitting on the next desk over, sorting something out for a customer. Some other customer comes over and asks something about defrost-free fridge-freezers or something. Guy says we don't have any, I think - wasn't listening at this point. Then customer asks how you do it, and the poor guy's there for ten minutes trying to explain the ins and outs of fridge freezer etiquette.
Manager comes over to see how the original thing he had to tackle is getting on. Manager also o_Os. And eventually, I have to run over to customer services to call the guy on the PA, just to get him away from the fridge obsessive...
My own? Family come over - dad and two kids, with a PS3 controller. I'm just sorting that out, when one of the kids asks - "Excuse me? Are you a boy or a girl?"
I dot dot dot, tell her the answer, and then add "Uh, people don't usually ask me that from the front, you know?" Although there was that time when I was in the art gallery and the same question came up... I can't help but wonder how I get the damn question offline. If I get a haircut (and I need one) I'm probably doomed.
First act of o_O wasn't towards me. One of the guys is sitting on the next desk over, sorting something out for a customer. Some other customer comes over and asks something about defrost-free fridge-freezers or something. Guy says we don't have any, I think - wasn't listening at this point. Then customer asks how you do it, and the poor guy's there for ten minutes trying to explain the ins and outs of fridge freezer etiquette.
Manager comes over to see how the original thing he had to tackle is getting on. Manager also o_Os. And eventually, I have to run over to customer services to call the guy on the PA, just to get him away from the fridge obsessive...
My own? Family come over - dad and two kids, with a PS3 controller. I'm just sorting that out, when one of the kids asks - "Excuse me? Are you a boy or a girl?"
I dot dot dot, tell her the answer, and then add "Uh, people don't usually ask me that from the front, you know?" Although there was that time when I was in the art gallery and the same question came up... I can't help but wonder how I get the damn question offline. If I get a haircut (and I need one) I'm probably doomed.