There's always at least one in every workplace. A Disturber. Someone who just can't leave well enough alone and is only happy when things are in an uproar. I can imagine them coming in to work and being issued a six foot wooden spoon along with their keys and radio. They seem to delight in chaos and other peoples misery.
I just don't get it.
Isn't this job hard enough? Wouldn't it be nice to have things go smoothly without any drama?
But that just aint gonna happen with this group. The lieutenant stopped in today and asked me what went wrong. I told him the truth. This crew never came together as a cohesive unit and it's been actively falling apart since day one. Too many clashing personalities. He agreed and we both figure it will get much worse before it gets any better.
I remember when I first came on day shift and got a good look at the crew. I said to myself "This will never work. Too many Disturbers in one place."
Turns out I was right.
Doesn't feel as good as being right should.
Oh well. I made it out in one piece. That counts for something.
Oh, to be a kid again
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Ach, me poor wee Rev. You need to come work in our part of the world. Not too many disturbers. Just one step up from Mayberry where Aunt B brings the fried chicken in and shares it with Otis, who has the keys. He's not such a bad fella.
ReplyDeleteNote to self, never post on DaRev's blog after too much wine and black bush, me sweetie. Right!
Hey, you like my new photo ? LOL
ReplyDeleteCan you see Jesus?
ReplyDeleteI preferred the old one. It was closer to a religeous experience. I get to see enough of that stuff at work. If I swung that way, it might be worthwhile, but since I don't it just gets kind of icky after awhile.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to be back in your part of the world again. There are way too many of the hyuck-hyuck my momma married her cousin types around here to suit me. Place gives me the heebie-jeebies sometimes.
ReplyDeleteWhere is this mythical land that you speak of? Where are you?
ReplyDeleteHey, like my new photo?
ReplyDeletePS, yeah, I get a "religious" experience happening whenever this thing comes out to be played with....LOL
ReplyDeleteI'm in Missouri. Or "Mizzery" or even "Misery". Aptly named after the Stephen King novel. But I claim the great Pacific Northwet as my home.
ReplyDeletedid you once live here? or is it a "want" ?
ReplyDeleteI spent the best and craziest years of my life running amuck in the Portland area. It has twisted me in a way that the midwest will never be able to compromise. I feel like a Grateful Dead fan at a Patsy Cline concert.
ReplyDeletetwisted is good, and we could always use another twisted one over on our side of the world. get the hell out of missouri someday if you can, my friend
ReplyDeletei wish you gize would move to wordpress so my avatar would show up.
ReplyDeletethat picture scares me auntie.
Scares you, G ? Nah, it's loads of fun. Blows up punkins really good. We sometimes take it out to play out east of Knappa.
ReplyDeletePS, is your avatar your current profile photo from facebook?
I'd like to move, but not necessarily from blogspot. Kinda homey here. G, why don't you just put up a page on blogspot so you can get an avatar? You don't have to actively blog on it. Just get a spot. And when I do come back to the greatest state in the world, I'm still not gonna get within range of Auntie. I figure two miles is good. Unless she comes up with a missile, I'll be fairly safe.
ReplyDeleteHey, how did you know I had some extra milsurp on my santa wish list this year?
ReplyDeletewell, it appears I have gone from crusty curmudgeoness to superhuman girl. Don't know what brought that on, but thanks, Show-Me-State Boy....
ReplyDeleteuhm, i do have a blogger acct.
ReplyDeletedidn't think of that.
i was trying to inconvenience you all. :-)
auntie: i rarely take my shirt off outside of facebook.