I work with the most interesting people.
February 4th, 2016
So I stayed super late yesterday in order to get some work done. It is increasingly apparent that during my standard, 6 AM to 2:30 PM shift, that everybody in the building is compelled to pester me for some reason or another, so it's only after that interval where I am capable of making real progress on the job. But yesterday, yesterday was particularly rough in this regard.
The guy who works right behind me, Strokerman, he was pestering me every minute or so about something or other. It didn't matter if it was just some random tidbit he heard about on his insipid morning zoo talk radio show, which seemed to enjoy its theme song so much that it kept playing it, even over its guests talking, or some insipid 'news' clip they felt the need to repeat about forty times.
Which he chuckled upon hearing. Every. Single. Time.
Alternately, he had to make me stop everything in order to complain about the engineer who designed the part he was working on. Back in 1983, in fact. But apparently I'm supposed to know what the heck the guy who designed this part was thinking, and explain why this was like this instead of like that, because clearly he knows better than the guy paid to design aircraft electronics.
Of course, this is the guy who continually says that he's 'better' than doing the assembly of military aircraft, because he's an electronics technician! Well so am I, but since I took the job, I make a point of at least doing it well. And for all this clown's bluster, he can't seem to assemble anything right. Which is the other reason my progress is stunted: I'm always cleaning up all his messes.
Have I mentioned how much I love my coworkers?