Scream Like A Little Girl
Man, it's not fair. I step out of the production area for like, ten minutes and I miss all the good shit.
Typically on swing shift as the hours pass by later into the night, people working on the production line become absorbed in their tasks and zone out. The area settles into a peaceful quiet with only the hum of hundreds of cooling fans in test racks making any noise. It's an almost hypnotic atmosphere that makes me feel like I'm in a science fiction film. Idle chatter between employees dies off. You subconsciously tune out the background noises of pneumatic torque tools being used at random intervals. It's like you could hear a pin drop on the concrete floor from across the factory. If anything sudden and loud happens with no warning, people will practically jump a couple of feet out of their chairs. That's what happened while I was in another part of the facility. The quiet was shattered by Germ Freak. He flipped the fuck out.
Olaf gave me the details. He said, "Germ Freak started screaming like a four year old girl that had been slapped across the face by a man trying to hit a four year old as hard as he could. We thought someone had just lost a limb or something and it scared the shit out of a few people. Some of us ran over to where he was sitting. As soon as he saw us coming he shrieked at us to stay away from him and he spat into a tiny wound on one of his fingers. It was like a pin-prick or something, there wasn't even a scratch."
"What the hell?"
"A supervisor in another part of the building heard his screaming and came running down the hall probably thinking an employee had just died. When she got here she saw what we did, no real injury. Germ Freak kept whimpering so the supervisor asked him if he wanted an ambulance. Germ Freak didn't notice it, but as she asked about the ambulance she looked at us and rolled her eyes."
"Then what did you guys do?"
Olaf said, "Nothing. We left him alone and went back to work. He was acting like a nutjob."
Sheesh. What a big fucking sissy.
Typically on swing shift as the hours pass by later into the night, people working on the production line become absorbed in their tasks and zone out. The area settles into a peaceful quiet with only the hum of hundreds of cooling fans in test racks making any noise. It's an almost hypnotic atmosphere that makes me feel like I'm in a science fiction film. Idle chatter between employees dies off. You subconsciously tune out the background noises of pneumatic torque tools being used at random intervals. It's like you could hear a pin drop on the concrete floor from across the factory. If anything sudden and loud happens with no warning, people will practically jump a couple of feet out of their chairs. That's what happened while I was in another part of the facility. The quiet was shattered by Germ Freak. He flipped the fuck out.
Olaf gave me the details. He said, "Germ Freak started screaming like a four year old girl that had been slapped across the face by a man trying to hit a four year old as hard as he could. We thought someone had just lost a limb or something and it scared the shit out of a few people. Some of us ran over to where he was sitting. As soon as he saw us coming he shrieked at us to stay away from him and he spat into a tiny wound on one of his fingers. It was like a pin-prick or something, there wasn't even a scratch."
"What the hell?"
"A supervisor in another part of the building heard his screaming and came running down the hall probably thinking an employee had just died. When she got here she saw what we did, no real injury. Germ Freak kept whimpering so the supervisor asked him if he wanted an ambulance. Germ Freak didn't notice it, but as she asked about the ambulance she looked at us and rolled her eyes."
"Then what did you guys do?"
Olaf said, "Nothing. We left him alone and went back to work. He was acting like a nutjob."
Sheesh. What a big fucking sissy.
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