Names...
Today, there were doings transpiring at the jobplace. It is the way things go. And because I decided to revel in a four-day weekend last weekend, much in the same way a dog will revel in a new smelly dead thing it finds in its wanderings, life since Tuesday evening has consisted largely of work and sleep. More of the former, less of the latter.
Eh. Life outside work is overrated. Right?
Right?
Anyway, the doings are not as important as the fact that Big Stupid Tommy managed to make an appearance at the jobplace. Early in the day, I was introduced to a person, new with the company, and told his name. Twice. I shook the man's hand, I looked him in the eye.
And proceeded to refer to him by the wrong name, to his face, for the rest of the day.
I was corrected late in the day.
I blame The Shawshank Redemption, which I've been watching on the laptop as I get ready for work the last few mornings. The man's name in question is very close to the name of the Infirmary attendant Heywood yells at, early in the movie...how's that winning horse of mine doing?
So, there's not much else to report in the life of Big Stupid Tommy. I work like a sandpapered asshole, and I fixate on a character in a movie (namely, Heywood, in Shawshank Redemption...William Sadler's just fucking funny in the flick...), and suddenly, I'm calling everybody in the world Tyrell.
Eh. Life outside work is overrated. Right?
Right?
Anyway, the doings are not as important as the fact that Big Stupid Tommy managed to make an appearance at the jobplace. Early in the day, I was introduced to a person, new with the company, and told his name. Twice. I shook the man's hand, I looked him in the eye.
And proceeded to refer to him by the wrong name, to his face, for the rest of the day.
I was corrected late in the day.
I blame The Shawshank Redemption, which I've been watching on the laptop as I get ready for work the last few mornings. The man's name in question is very close to the name of the Infirmary attendant Heywood yells at, early in the movie...how's that winning horse of mine doing?
So, there's not much else to report in the life of Big Stupid Tommy. I work like a sandpapered asshole, and I fixate on a character in a movie (namely, Heywood, in Shawshank Redemption...William Sadler's just fucking funny in the flick...), and suddenly, I'm calling everybody in the world Tyrell.
posted by Tommy at
19:48
2 Comments:
What makes it worse is all the new names folks come up with these days.., especially folks who can't spell any better than they can pronounce what they read.., expecting you to decipher through it successfully!
Work's tough sounds like.., take it from me though.., be glad you're working.., and not out of work looking for a job like I am. It SUCKS big time!
Names are so overrated. I think "Hey, You" suffices in most cases.
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