Unabomber
We got another new technician on swingshift over in the Precision Group. He's an older guy with poor taste in attire and he's got a really bad attitude. I can't understand how people like him keep getting through the interview process and end up hired.
His name is Brian. What I've heard about him so far is that he used to be a pizza delivery guy until just a few years ago. He's got to be in his late fourties to early fiftties now, so if he was a pizza guy that whole time we really scored another winner here. He likes to wear his button up collar shirts open so he can show off his tacky gold plated necklace and his chest fur. Seems as he's wandering around in the hallways he's got the cool-guy-walk down pat. It's so stupid it makes me laugh every time I see him. To top it all off he likes to wear those tacky ass 1970s aviator sunglasses that were popular with cops back then.
This past week Brian has managed to get in yelling matches with Meth almost every night. The way it starts out is Brian will come into the test area to start his shift and begin whining that someone took "his" tools. Problem is, he doesn't have any personal tools. No one over there does. It's all communal property and when you need stuff to do your job, you just take it. Everybody is fine with the arrangement and that's the way it's been for a long time in their test area. Brian doesn't dig it so he gets angry and complains out loud to everybody within earshot and he won't shut up. So Meth goes on the offensive and lights the guy up like a red traffic signal. Then they brawl on and off over the next couple of hours. Brian is such a loser I've even gotten in on the action a little bit.
Yesterday Brian power-walked through the test racks looking for "his" wrench or some shit. While he was searching for it he kept bitching about how everyone else was a bunch of lowlife theives. Meth yelled at him which aggrivated the situation and then I decided to lend an assisting hand. After all I do enjoy rockin' the boat. I said to Brian, "Hey. I think I know why you are so frustrated all the time. If I had to sit down to go pee, I'd be angry too!" Oh boy. That really did it. Brian screamed at me and I laughed while walking away. I got the nod of approval from Meth on that one.
We ended up calling Brian The Unabomber, but I'll get into the story behind that later.
His name is Brian. What I've heard about him so far is that he used to be a pizza delivery guy until just a few years ago. He's got to be in his late fourties to early fiftties now, so if he was a pizza guy that whole time we really scored another winner here. He likes to wear his button up collar shirts open so he can show off his tacky gold plated necklace and his chest fur. Seems as he's wandering around in the hallways he's got the cool-guy-walk down pat. It's so stupid it makes me laugh every time I see him. To top it all off he likes to wear those tacky ass 1970s aviator sunglasses that were popular with cops back then.
This past week Brian has managed to get in yelling matches with Meth almost every night. The way it starts out is Brian will come into the test area to start his shift and begin whining that someone took "his" tools. Problem is, he doesn't have any personal tools. No one over there does. It's all communal property and when you need stuff to do your job, you just take it. Everybody is fine with the arrangement and that's the way it's been for a long time in their test area. Brian doesn't dig it so he gets angry and complains out loud to everybody within earshot and he won't shut up. So Meth goes on the offensive and lights the guy up like a red traffic signal. Then they brawl on and off over the next couple of hours. Brian is such a loser I've even gotten in on the action a little bit.
Yesterday Brian power-walked through the test racks looking for "his" wrench or some shit. While he was searching for it he kept bitching about how everyone else was a bunch of lowlife theives. Meth yelled at him which aggrivated the situation and then I decided to lend an assisting hand. After all I do enjoy rockin' the boat. I said to Brian, "Hey. I think I know why you are so frustrated all the time. If I had to sit down to go pee, I'd be angry too!" Oh boy. That really did it. Brian screamed at me and I laughed while walking away. I got the nod of approval from Meth on that one.
We ended up calling Brian The Unabomber, but I'll get into the story behind that later.
posted by factory_peasant at 6:47 PM
3 Comments:
yeah Wad i dig MIRV alot. the album with Unabomber (Feeding Time on Money Island?)is cool and the one right after it with Holy Boot and Cooler Than You is good shite.
i'll add that dash later. thanks for the suggestions as always.
one of my co-workers gave me another killer story about Brian today. i'll add that soon.
er, Monkey Island. damn...
yeah i have copies of both plus i think a couple of their earlier CDs, but i didn't like those as much as Feeding Time or Dancing Naked. haven't heard Kehoe Nation. nope.
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