who do you work with?

I work with my mother and a long time friend of mine named Rick. My mother moves slowly and likes to micromanage everything. She gets way too caught up in unimportant details and wastes a lot of my time. Rick is irresponsible and unreliable. He moves slowly as well and is prone to be very moody. He has no appreciation for how easy he has it or how oftenhis job is hanging in the balance.

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Answer some of your own questions skydoll.

They're all significantly older, and they love to talk about skiing, going to their cabins, being outdoors, staying active and eating healthy.

I work for a global professional services firm. "Professional services" sounds a bit like sexual favours, but it's not, really.

I work in the content team. There's about six of us, although half are on maternity leave and I haven't met them yet. My boss plays a lot of poker and is currently on his stag-do, in Las Vegas. He's probably the nicest and most chilled out boss I've ever had. He works in another office so I only see him once a week. The people I sit around work in marketing (which I used to work in). They're nice but don't have much personality and really love their jobs.

I work at a lab and i work with a lot of talkative nerds and dorks. There used to be a lot of characters here but they seem to have petered out.

There was this homeless kid who broke both arms skateboarding and got fired but i think he got fired because he wrote self-help sayings on the side of his truck in white paint in the parking lot.

One guy quit to follow his fantasy football career.

One guy who works here now is a weather expert, almost to an autistic degree. He's late fifties and single and he broke up with the last girlfriend he had because she left his car door open and killed the battery. Also he likes cats and sometimes bakes cakes for everyone.

The old boss was creepy and single and late fifties and squirrely and probably a pedophile. My brother worked here and they hated each other. This is a boss who used to ration toilet paper and had a haunted house every halloween for the neighborhood kids at his house. There were rumors he wore a diaper. One time i kept getting a bunch of emails for penis enlargement so i forwarded them all to him and he told me to stop it.

There's this Chinese guy who's incredibly annoying and he yells everything and slurps his soup and coffee and fake punches me a little too often.

There's this French guy who will not allow you to take his picture. At all. He'll stand there while you delete it. He's not a full legal citizen yet and once a year he has to go back to France for a couple of months. He knows literally every machine we work with, inside and out. I think he's a secret agent.

I work with three PHDs and only one of them is worth a damn.

There's a guy whose last name is Graf and he named his son Otto.

Then there's Jeremy but that's a story for another time.

And the other Stephen. We ran shop around here until he quit. There are still legends about our exploits.

I work at a coffee shop with a weird bunch of ragamuffins. L is an older gentleman from South Africa, he's British and has a long grey ponytail and wears one of those Muslim hats every day. He's a pretty esteemed photographer and videographer and moved to New York because he got a teaching job, but they either declined him last minute because he's not a citizen or doesn't have a degree, I forget which.

E has spooky eyes and likes to talk abolut ghosts and told me to take tinctures for my cold. She's in college for I don't know what, but she and her boyfriend dyed their hair to match.

A and G are in high school and listen to the Pixies and Sonic Youth and have big curly hair and I thought they were brother and sister but they aren't. They're like Christopher Robins.

The only person I work with who doesn't do acid regularly is my lesbian manager, who likes to talk about her partner and her cars and tequila and food. She's like 100 feet tall and has to special order her pants.

Oh and there's also the store owner, who looks like Santa Claus and Pooh Bear at once. He has a long white ponytail and a jolly belly and likes motorcycles. He used to be a hippy and there's a picture of him on facebook from the 60s and him and all his friends are naked in an apple orchard. He takes all the extra pennies that we keep in a Hershey's can and uses them for beer money. He wants to save the world and has never fired anyone.

I work with Laurie--she's an ass.
Joanne, another co-worker, is pretty cool.

I work for a telemarketing firm. We have over 500 people on the phones. I think 85% of them are black. And I'm not racist, but most of them fit the stereotypes. The white people act the same way though. Maybe it's just from being so close to Detroit. They act like we're lucky that they show up for work.

I share an office with a girl who does my job on the other shift. She's super lazy and doesn't ever want to learn anything new.

As you can see, I don't think too highly of my work.

I've been tutoring and babysitting on occasion. The people I tutor are for the most part easy to work with and hard workers. The people I babysit are jerks but they sexually harass me a little less. Both of these jobs make me a fraction of the money I made waitressing but I have a hell of a lot more time for school work and complaining about how bored I am.

You can't win them all.

I work for a major Usenet provider, we also have a VPN and Cloud service. So I work with all programmers and Execs mostly. Ranging from Family guys to Aspergers enthusiasts. We have a guy I call fantasy guy as he dresses like he is going to a Renaissance Fair like every day. Some people are ok, some arrogant asses, and some just so terribly socially awkward. I don't really fit in here but I like it like that.