This conversation really just happened. I was working between three spreadsheets. It's like juggling with copy and paste and concatenation formulas and is kinda awesome. That data is then dropped into a script and magic happens. It's pretty easy, but you can't be distracted while you do it or you should just start all ever again. So, Office Dwight walks into my office and and I remove my iPod because I'm assuming he is having a problem. People only talk to me when they need help. That's one of my functions and callings in life. I'm a helper, if you are helpable. If you're helpless, I'm out. We'll start at the point that I press pause on my iPod and remove my headphones. By the way, I'm listening to The Fire Theft.
Me: "What's up?"
Office Dwight: "Hey. Have you ever seen Charlie's Angels? You know the new ones?"
Me: "No. Why?"
OD: "Damn." pumps fist downward
Me: "That it? Everything else is cool?"
OD: "You know, I went across the street yesterday and checked out their laptops. I tried to play a CD and the laptop ran out of batteries."
Me: "Yeah, you told me that yesterday. If you plug in a power supply, that shouldn't happen or you can just make sure that it's ch.."
OD: "The help desk showed me that there's a pinhole that if you push it, you can get the CD out when the power is off"
Me: "Yep. You sure can. Seriously, do you need help with anything?"
OD: "Oh no, there was just something really funny in Charlie's Angels that I wanted to talk to you about."
Me: "Dude, maybe a little later, I gotta get some stuff done."
Cranky. Don't need this shit. This guy is like ten years older than me and finds me as some kind of funny aficianado. He also references Beavis and Butthead and Monty Python a lot. Does he not know that the funny is all just a small part of brooding sub-genius? I'm an incredible brooder when I'm not being funny. It's what I do. I help. I brood. I make funny. It reminds me of back in the day and dealing with drunks in the bar. I like people. It's just that I only like attractive, witty and intelligent people. Is that bad?
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