Just another day on the production floor.....

The New Guy totally pissed me off last night after the girls had left for the evening. Sometimes I could just choke people, in fact, if it were not illegal to do such acts, I'm pretty sure the world overcrowding problem would be eliminated.

So, The New Guy shows up at my desk last night with a 'phantom' problem that he has been tasked to research. It was a result of this research that I discovered I will NEVER be able to work with The New Guy on any actual work related issues. He is a complete ass. Words can not describe just how infuriated I got last night as he was commenting about me not knowing my job among other things.

By the end, I had pulled out the Complete Bitch Card. Here I was, the only person on the entire production floor who actually treated him like a human, taking shit from a giant oaf with purple lips and bad hair.

Not gonna happen!

I ended up telling him to leave. The last thing I wanted was to spend even 1 more second with this moron, the situation was very close to becoming postal. I could almost envision the scene that would play on the 6:00 news.....

What a hell of a way to end the day!

So, deciding to brave the ridicule and harassment, I showed up for the production managers meeting this morning. Relief washed over me as I entered the room and found The New Guy was nowhere to be found. At last! Things would be back normal!

Our normal conversations of hand bags full of dirty diapers and Italian engineers who reek of cheap cologne and booze resumed without a hitch. My day was running just as it should be.

Then he showed up at my desk. Yes, that's correct, The New Guy shows up at my desk and acts like the events of the night before never even existed.

I almost died!

Before I knew it he was droning on and on about his ridiculous antiques and how much investigation he puts into it and how much money the stuff he has is worth and how he is saving some of his antiques for retirement. It's funny how your mind wanders when you have absolutely no desire in the conversation you are having. Everything from shopping lists to TV programs were running through my mind until finally it rested on one subject I could not ignore.

I had to pee!

And, not just one of those moments where you say to yourself, I'd better hit the bathroom the next time I walk past it.

I mean NOW!

So, in mid sentence, with cramps in my stomach and almost literally crossing my legs, I exclaim "I'm really sorry, but, I've got to pee!" and I took off walking toward the bathroom.

From behind me I could here him reply "Oh, ok, hope it all comes out ok." What kind of a moron says stuff like that??? I didn't even acknowledge the comment. I have to admit, though, even though my opinion of The New Guy is not all that high, I was completely embarrassed of the scene that had played out.

Oh, well, life goes on I suppose.

On another note, Betty was a complete basket case all day yesterday, literally balling her eyes out all morning. I have become numb to such displays, so when she showed up at my desk to tell me that she may not be spending the entire day at work because she was absolutely certain her husband was having a stroke, I didn't think twice. In cases like Betty, you never can tell what's real and what is an over dramatization of a scene she has played out in her head and decided was reality.

People from all over the production floor had come to visit with her, offering support, generally feeding all of her emotional insecurities.

Amazing, however, today her husband seems to be completely back to normal. Just yesterday he was paralyzed on his left side, and now, miraculously, he's just fine. No paralyses, no weird glazed look in his eyes, nothing.

Yeah.....

I suppose there is something good that can come out of working for a place like I work, it's never a dull moment on the production floor.