dr. klopek
12-14-2004, 08:01 PM
When there isn't much to do at work, some of my co-workers and I go into the meeting room and watch T.V. Basketball mostly, sometimes WPT or K-1. One time we went in there and there was this guy sitting in there that I have seen around the building a bunch of times, but he never seems to be working. He is an older guy, probably early 40s. He has slightly gray, buzzed hair and a gangly, short, patchy beard. He wears these thick glasses that make his expression look like that kid Fuller from "Home Alone." He seems to be fond of brown pants hiked up to about his nipples, and always has a pro-wrestling-related shirt tucked into them.
Anyway, we go in there and he's reading a magazine and watching cartoons. Those crazy, new cartoons that are mostly noise and flashing. A co-worker of mine suggests that we change the channel to something that we all like. He holds up the remote, middle finger extended in her direction like that waitress on seinfeld, and changes the channel to sports fishing or something. My other co-worker suggests that this isn't any better. This guy slams down the remote on the table and storms out of the room with a "god!" reminiscent of a teenager who has just lost an argument with her unreasonable parents.
A few weeks later, I see him in there again while walking by. He's reading and watching T.V. again, only this time, he's moving his lips while he reads and making these grandiose gestures as though doing a read-through for a community theater group production of "Macbeth." I found it amusing. Later on that evening, there was a lull in the work so I joined some of my other co-workers in there to watch some basketball. It was then that I got a good look at the book he had been reading: "Going, Going, Gone," a book with a picture of Mickey Mantle on the cover.
Anyway, we go in there and he's reading a magazine and watching cartoons. Those crazy, new cartoons that are mostly noise and flashing. A co-worker of mine suggests that we change the channel to something that we all like. He holds up the remote, middle finger extended in her direction like that waitress on seinfeld, and changes the channel to sports fishing or something. My other co-worker suggests that this isn't any better. This guy slams down the remote on the table and storms out of the room with a "god!" reminiscent of a teenager who has just lost an argument with her unreasonable parents.
A few weeks later, I see him in there again while walking by. He's reading and watching T.V. again, only this time, he's moving his lips while he reads and making these grandiose gestures as though doing a read-through for a community theater group production of "Macbeth." I found it amusing. Later on that evening, there was a lull in the work so I joined some of my other co-workers in there to watch some basketball. It was then that I got a good look at the book he had been reading: "Going, Going, Gone," a book with a picture of Mickey Mantle on the cover.