Rolled, my eyes have.
March 14th, 2016
Strokerman told me today that I shouldn't take anything he says all that seriously, because he's got the brain damage. Out of the blue, and apropos of nothing! I think he's feeling awful about vexing me enough that I'm not really talking to him any longer, unless of course he has actual work-related questions. And he has plenty of those, despite having worked there almost as long as I.
If not, you know, as much.
I'm pretty sure this has to do with the guy who's been moved into our carefully cultivated work space. Apparently, Strokerman already exhausted his three stories, and has already begun repeating himself. I think I heard the new guy say 'Yeah, you told me that yesterday' at least twice. Well, okay, he's not the 'new' guy, having worked in the building since 1980. But still.
He's new enough in our area.
So yeah, rolling my eyes again. Hard. In case you've noticed, I already had to invoke that particular image but two weeks ago, and I imagine I'll have to do that again a whole lot over the next month or so. I think he thinks if he just gibbers at me enough that I'll let this one slide. But I've a cagey memory, and there's not a whole lot I forget, even in these older, older days of mine.