# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 11/10/2005 11:37:00 PM
a few weeks ago i did this odd job from a guy at work that was basically a pain in the ass. he had me crawling around the pipe racks looking for a shinny piece of stainless that i could sell him " at a discount". he wanted 12 diferent size and thickness triangles, so i had them cut on the burning table. i gave him a decent price afteri blew him off for a week and i hoped it was over with.
Yesterday this guy showed up again. i was walking to the back of the shop and three of the shop guys were talking, one of them stopped me and pointed towards the wall and said someone was looking for me. i turned and looked at the wall, didn't see anyone and said "ok guys, lay off the crack." icontinued walking to the back of hte shop, told tom what i needed and on the way back up front they stopped me again and were all laughing, the again said there was someone waiting for me and point to the wall. i wasn't in the mood for jokes because my project is totally fucked, (different story) but they said there really was someone waiting for me over there. It was this same guy from before, he was standing behind a pile of scrap. apparently he had been standing there for the better part of an hour, waiting for me. i was taking a dump.
he took me outside to look at his truck. ok whatever, he wanted a bunch of perferated stainless steel plates molded to the bed of his truck. i brought the foreman out to look at it and asked what he tought we shoudl do. the foreman went back inside and i was talking to the strange man about something off topic, when he pulled out a joint.
the fuck?!? he asked me if i wanted a hit. i couldn't, not at work. what a fucking strange situation to be put in. i'm not going to hit that at work, but who hte fuck offers that? son of a bitch.
you took a dump for the better part of an hour? you need some fruit in your diet. or ex-lax.
I've been eating my fiber in the form of frosted mini wheats. they kick ass. Half of hte hour i was still at lunch and thte other half i was reading a magazine on the toilet. I get lost when i find stuff to read. The problem with magazines by the toilet is that i'll read them and ignor what i'm in there to do.
Yeah sometimes I start reading on the can and lose the urge altogether. Then I stop reading and bam its back.
I was one of the regulars in the bathroom at the Chamber. Too much coffee.
And yeah that's an awkward situation. Yours.