Wednesday, 3 April 2013

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah….

The most dull, colourless and boring man on the planet, bar none, I kid you not - he makes white chalk look exciting - turns up to the office in Cairns every couple of weeks to do – well, I’m not sure what he does. No one does. He flies up from Sydney and then sits at a spare desk and then does nothing for a day before flying back the next day. It’s a hell of lurk.  When he does speak, the only words that come out are ‘yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah’ said very fast and seemingly for no reason at all.  I like to respond to the rare, random things he says to me with ‘yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah’ back. I figure that’s his dialect. That, or he’s just pig ignorant. He just looks at me, blinks and then looks away. I have developed this theory that he doesn’t belong to this company at all and he just wanders his dull, boring self in to random workplaces and dulls them by his presence before leaving, with people watching him go saying, “Who was that dull man?” Answer? “Who cares as long as he’s gone.”  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.


anny cook said...

You have the most interesting co-workers...