My Life is like a Dilbert comic
Maybe I have been reading too many Dilbert strips, but I think my life is starting to become frighteningly similar. I have a co-worker who works out too much, and fixes his car all the time. The only thing he’ll talk about his his most recent car modfication, or traffic. Anything else you try to talk about he completely ignores you. I am not certain if it’s that or if he doesn’t hear anything above his I.Q.
I managed to get him into a conversation about work though, and he couldn’t weasel his way out of it. Nothing to high class, just mentionning that the two branches of our office are fighting over his services because he is available next week. I mentionned that instead of e-mailing back and forth, they should literally fight, to the death. The guy chuckled a bit, thought about it then says, “I think our staff woman would win, she’s got a lot of bent up rage”
“Don’t you mean pent-up” to which his eyes glazed over a bit, and then he responded, “whatever, same thing”.
Now I was frustrated by this, because I hate it when people speak badly, and hate it worse when they refuse all help to get better. Basically, ignorance bothers me, willful ingnorance infuriates me.
“It’s not the same thing. One of the ways is wrong, and really makes no sense, and actually hurts my ears”
This is where it got Dilbert-esque. My co-worker told me that if it hurt my ears, I should just block them up. Without missing a beat, I asked him “Are you saying that the only way i can have some sort of pleasant, untainted work relationship is if I completely block out the sound of your voice”
He actually smiled and said yes. It was hilariously awful.
