I. Obviously I survived The Weekend From Hell. Thank goodness THAT'S over! I'm oddly disappointed to be returning to PseudoCorp given that nobody there is mean to me and I love the sustainability and civility policies (yes, there's an office civility policy--NOBODY is allowed to be rude to ANYBODY there, and visitors who are rude will be escorted from the building by security, FOR REALS), and after some thought realized that it's because the person I work most closely with there is, while perfectly nice, utterly humorless. I feel mean for saying this about the employee in question, who is cheerful and morally upright and volunteers their time for good causes and donates blood regularly, but the simple truth is that I have never in over a week of working with them for eight hours a day seen them laugh. And it's not that there haven't been funny things going on...this person just looks uncomfortable or even horrified when others are laughing, and I...well. I HATE that. And I'm frustrated by it, because I want to love PseudoCorp and can only feel lukewarm about the job at best due to The Wet Blanket.
II. Today I was helping a customer at Weekend Warrior Job when he looked over my shoulder and his face fell. "Someone DREW on GEORGE!" he exclaimed, like he'd just seen someone kick a puppy. I looked behind me and saw this:
"Ah, yes, well, I guess he was a pirate for Halloween," I said.
"That's a felony," the guy said.
"Well, I didn't do it," I replied, smiling and holding my hands up, palms out.
"Someone who works here committed a felony," he said grimly, looking around as if trying to pick out the felon and then at me, expectantly. I blinked. "Uh...have a nice day?"
Humorless people suck.