When I was in my early 20s and in college I would get a full time job every summer. Usually it was a mindless receptionist position. I would tell the boss that I was not going back to school (I was) and then I would quit in September (yeah, I know…).
Anyway, in every office there was always a ‘crazy guy’. Oh how we all laughed!! Good old wacky Donald - he’s a hoot!!!
I would be sitting there minding my own business doing my ‘receptionist boogie’ (talking on the phone with a friend) when Donald would waltz by, fiddled with the paper clips on my desk and then begin his hilarious monlogue.
He would catch my eye....throw out a tired riddle...I would give a half smile and a ‘hah’ and hope he would wander away. But he didn’t...he would stand there and start cutting up all the other sales reps (the crazy guy is usually a sales rep). He would say things like
‘that Sam is so cheap he’d eat his old shoes for the leather hahahahahhaha’ or
‘’hey..did you get a load of Walter’s pants? Yeeouch.I think I’ve gone blind..talk about colour....hahahahhaha’.
Then another employee would walk by, flash a smile and exclaim ‘ohh Donald! He is SO crazy hahahahahahaha’
Yeah, crazy Donald! I find that anyone who labels themselves as ‘crazy’ or ‘weird’ are really boring bland vanilla. They are the ‘wanna be nuts’ hoping that having quirks or being off the wall will merit them some character.
It’s usually the stupid ugly people who do this-smart people have their brains, beautiful people have their looks-but if you don’t have either ya gotta be ‘crazy’ wheeeeee
All the ‘crazies’ at work were far from crazy. They were so lame and obvious it made me almost embarrassed for them (if I wasn’t too busy despising them).
There was one in every single office I worked in. If you work in an office-look around.-who is the ‘crazy’ one'? .I’ll bet that that guy (or girl) Is just a big mouth bore. I’ll bet they also leave pee on the toilet seat.
After college I took an evening shift position at a production/pre press shop. I was one of about 20 people. Nobody talked to me. Not even the guy who was ordered to train me.
Every person that worked there was weird/crazy. But it was so refreshing because they all thought they were normal and sane (meanwhile, I was the only sane one).
I remember on my first evening I was behind a bank cutting copy and when I emerged the place was dead. All but one employee remained. When I asked him where everyone had gone he shrugged and said ‘they went home I guess’. Neither my boss nor my ‘trainer’ came to get me. Nobody told me I could go home. And they didn’t even tell me when to start the next day-they were all NUTS.
That remaining guy called in sick a few monts later..his excuse....He bumped his head on the ceiling while making his bed and passed out. Yeah...crazy...
They were quirky and odd and total misfits. I was home! I'm still there today.
Anyway, in every office there was always a ‘crazy guy’. Oh how we all laughed!! Good old wacky Donald - he’s a hoot!!!
I would be sitting there minding my own business doing my ‘receptionist boogie’ (talking on the phone with a friend) when Donald would waltz by, fiddled with the paper clips on my desk and then begin his hilarious monlogue.
He would catch my eye....throw out a tired riddle...I would give a half smile and a ‘hah’ and hope he would wander away. But he didn’t...he would stand there and start cutting up all the other sales reps (the crazy guy is usually a sales rep). He would say things like
‘that Sam is so cheap he’d eat his old shoes for the leather hahahahahhaha’ or
‘’hey..did you get a load of Walter’s pants? Yeeouch.I think I’ve gone blind..talk about colour....hahahahhaha’.
Then another employee would walk by, flash a smile and exclaim ‘ohh Donald! He is SO crazy hahahahahahaha’
Yeah, crazy Donald! I find that anyone who labels themselves as ‘crazy’ or ‘weird’ are really boring bland vanilla. They are the ‘wanna be nuts’ hoping that having quirks or being off the wall will merit them some character.
It’s usually the stupid ugly people who do this-smart people have their brains, beautiful people have their looks-but if you don’t have either ya gotta be ‘crazy’ wheeeeee
All the ‘crazies’ at work were far from crazy. They were so lame and obvious it made me almost embarrassed for them (if I wasn’t too busy despising them).
There was one in every single office I worked in. If you work in an office-look around.-who is the ‘crazy’ one'? .I’ll bet that that guy (or girl) Is just a big mouth bore. I’ll bet they also leave pee on the toilet seat.
After college I took an evening shift position at a production/pre press shop. I was one of about 20 people. Nobody talked to me. Not even the guy who was ordered to train me.
Every person that worked there was weird/crazy. But it was so refreshing because they all thought they were normal and sane (meanwhile, I was the only sane one).
I remember on my first evening I was behind a bank cutting copy and when I emerged the place was dead. All but one employee remained. When I asked him where everyone had gone he shrugged and said ‘they went home I guess’. Neither my boss nor my ‘trainer’ came to get me. Nobody told me I could go home. And they didn’t even tell me when to start the next day-they were all NUTS.
That remaining guy called in sick a few monts later..his excuse....He bumped his head on the ceiling while making his bed and passed out. Yeah...crazy...
They were quirky and odd and total misfits. I was home! I'm still there today.
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