I’m generally a pretty easy going person.. not much bothers me.. but occasionally, someone or something comes along that really just bugs the crap out of me to no end.. case in point, a fellow expat co-worker.. I always tell him he must have lived in a cave because in his 14 years in the United States since he has pretty much failed to pick up or even observe 99% of “American culture”.. in any case, he just called me about tomorrow.. in short, we, the expats, are talking tomorrow off to make it a 4 day weekend (Tuesday is Moon Festival Day.. or Mid-Autumn Holiday or something like that).. the conversation went like this:
Kevin: “Hey Aric, so are we going to work tomorrow?”
Me: “No”
Kevin: “Did you call Jerry?” [Jerry is our inept Project Manager]
Me: “Yeah, Janie called him and told him we’re not going in tomorrow”
Kevin: “Oh. What did he say?”
Me: “I don’t know, Janie called him. Call Janie”
Kevin: “Yeah, but what did Jerry say?”
Me: “I. DON’T. KNOW. JANIE. CALLED. HIM.”
Kevin: “I know, but what did JERRY say?”
Me: “How the hell do I know!? I just told you Janie called him! I didnt talk to him!”
Kevin: “Oh. OK.”
There are days when I feel bad for the guy.. like he really needs someone to show him a lot of “things” at work and in life.. then there are days where I just can’t stand talking to him because it drains me.. mentally and physically.. it’s like talking to a log or a block of wood.. when I first met him, I played a joke on him.. somehow, EVERYONE in the room knew I was joking except for him.. I told him we were going to the Buddhist temple after work to pray for “project success”.. I told him he should’ve received an email, telling him we’re going to pray after work and he needed to bring his robe.. he started freaking out, saying he didnt get an email and that he didnt have a robe.. I told him he should’ve received a robe shortly after getting off of the plane because monks were handing them out at the airport.. he said he didn’t know they handed out robes at the airport.. I told him there were two lines, one for people who owned robes and one for people who did not.. this only freaked him out more.. he started asking the project manager if he could leave work early to go buy a robe.. finally we all started laughing.. he was pretty pissed.. I felt bad afterwards.. but damn, he’s just one of those guys.. you ever wonder what kind of people those eBay crooks and email phishers scam? Kevin is one of those guys.. you could sell sand to this guy in the middle of the desert :roll:..