|early morning antics
||[Apr. 1st, 2002|12:20 pm]
This morning (around 6:00) a teammate stopped by my office. She stared straight at me and said "Tell me a a joke." I said laughingly, "excuse me?" and she repeated the request. She went on to explain that there were no cups in the break room for coffee, and that she had just killed a huge cockroach while looking for some. I felt a little guilty about this, because around 4:00 I had gone looking for cups myself and had run into the roach as well. I had quickly shut the cabinet door and gone back to my office.|
Anyhow, I used my favorite joke of the moment to placate her: "A priest, a frayed knot, and a penguin walk into a bar, and the bartender says 'What is this, a joke?'"
She stared at me blankly, and I fumbled around to explain the punchline. After a pregnant silence, she said, still unblinking, "I need another joke."
I've decided that if anyone ever asks me flat out for a joke, I'm going to tell them one of the classics (which, I believe, I first heard from Chach):
Q: What's black and white and can't fit through a revolving door?
A: A nun with a spear stuck through her.
I like the penguin who tells the mechanic: "Naw, it's just ice cream!"
Favorite punchline: RADIO!
delivered in vaguely 80s/Liberace/Rip-Tayloresque voice?
so i says "rectum, i damn near drugged up a runaway and raped her ear canal!"
Glad to see you're back to your chipper self.
I always tell my duck food joke.
And no, I'm not giving you permission to use it.
Can I have permission to u......... fuck.
After careful consideration, we have decided to deny your request for permission to fuck.
she is your" teammate"?
point 2: funny story. I love that. You have to be around the funny all the time to get meta-humor. That is my theory anyhow.
I realized that teammate sounded gay as I typed it, but I was really fucking tired, and didn't replace it with anything else. Co-worker? Lady working on the same project as me? Something like that.
yea, it's just funny because that is exactly how they want you to think of her, like you're both on the same team like in sports. It just smacks of some corperate idiot thinking he can increase productivity if we call co-workers teammates.
Well, we call them teammates here. Or team members. But it's not so much a sports reference; it's because we all work on teams. I don't know what else to call them, besides groups, which is pretty vague. I think teams are a very common occurrence in modern corporate structures. In the past, large amounts of people working independently would report to a common manager, but this was recognized as an obstacle to job satisfaction. So the idea of teams working together, where all of the members would be cross-trained in each other's areas of expertise, was created. As a result workers are happier (because they get to interact with others on a daily basis), workers are more productive (because they are happy), and workers are replacable (because other people on the team can do their work if an employee leaves).
HORSE IN BAR! HORSE IN BAR!