7) The Quiet American
I have made almost no effort whatsoever to make nice with my co-workers. I don't make small talk, I don't make big talk, I even keep worktalk to its barest minimum. It's not that I hate everyone here, because I don't. It's more that I don't want to be sucked into the daily repetitive banter and forced conversation that's par for the course with workplace "friends." I think I'm also afraid that getting to know these people means that I'm taking this job seriously.
It's weird, though. As anyone who knows me can verify, I've spent my life telling yarns, talking about myself and generally vying to be the center of attention. My sister, on the other hand, has always been more demure and reserved, holding back unless she is completely comfortable. That's why she almost did a spit take when one of our co-workers said the other day, "Whew, it's good to see you aren't quiet like your brother."
posted by jesse @ 4:01 PM
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A Google search provides 32,800 hits for the term "spit take."
It's when you turn your head and spit out your beverage out of shock or surprise.
Jesse is definitely the evil one. And, apparently, the quiet one.
--the sister
PS The fact that I'm commenting on this blog for the second time ever after months of lurking is so awkward now that this blog has been proclaimed a non-family affair...
why couldn't you have been like that at your last gig? splrrt...
it's not awkward, sissy. it's more awkward that you won't tell me your blog address. i've tried jesseispoop.com and dysfunctionisnormal.net to no avail.
hey hurtful ex-coworker- what's splrrt? I never made that noise.
those are funny names for blogs. i may use them as my name of blog someday?
jesse - meant only love - we'll always miss your endless giggling while on long-distance calls on the company dime ..
You're still the nicest Masshole we've ever had. The first day I met you, i called you said phrase and you were affronted .. It's certainly better than "Manhole", you must admit.
and that being said,I believe we're seeking an editor .. ?
I always had big dreams of being one of Jesse's "long distance friends on the company dime" amigas, but now that he and I no longer work together ... my dream is not coming a reality.
Jesse -- look at what I get for listening to hours upon hours of your daily uproarious laughter -- a blog posting on an idle Friday night. I demand calls, in the middle of the day, with an east coast area code showing up on my caller ID.
It's shocking to know that people think you're quiet. Those freaks don't know what they're missing out on.
Signed,
"It's Friday night -- look at all the friends I've made so far in Florida" :)
T-roz ... if you read this ever in your life, I'm about to call you back ...
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