A small sampling of work-related humor. I'd do the large sample, but I can't really figure out the proper way to describe Joel and Carlos yet. Suffice it to say that Joel has nicknamed me Snake, and delights in yelling it from time to time at me, alternating with maniacal laughter. This is much more amusing than it sounds, even.
As to work itself, well, that can be summed up by the fact that in two days we've had twenty-eight door rebuilds, mostly in-shop rejects caused by overwork by the understaffed assembly group, made worse by my being hauled off to sanding table for hours and days on end. This is, perhaps, worse than it sounds, and prompts a good Cole quote here: "Only at CC could moving up to short bus team be called moving up."
Anyway. So we're in line leaving today, and this exchange happens:
Pam: I sound like a squirrel on crack!
Dave: Hey now, you're giving squirrels a bad name.
Me: *can barely walk out the door from laughing so hard*
Keep in mind that Pam loses her voice a lot.
Somewhat earlier, but still near the end of the day, I'm all sitting there with a can of putty, which are about soup can sized, puttying my last door, when, thinking about switching to sanding, I grab the can and almost attempt a pass sanding with it before realizing what I had done and breaking down laughing.
Mary: Uh-oh. What's so funny?
Me: *tells story*
Sanding Table: *dies laughing*
Which then prompted me to tell another story from about a week ago, where I was gluing up a unit, and instead of grabbing the glue brush, grabbed the cap to the wood glue bottle, and tried to spread some glue with it before realizing the lack of good spreading qualities inherent in caps.
These things are not at all uncommon amongst our group. Not at all.
Posted by Dwip at April 26, 2006 7:57 PMMy little sister is a shrink. She can help you. I can't.
Posted by: jarrhead at April 26, 2006 9:24 PMNo, he's definitely beyond help.
Posted by: Whir at April 28, 2006 3:00 PM