Case #4501
"Lance"
11:08am. I casually get up and go to talk to actual work partner about actual work-related matter. Sure, it's only about making an animated gif appear at the right time during a program, but it's a work-related program; just trying to fluff it up so as not to succumb to the daily inanity of my job. Amidst discussing, "Lance" walks up and says, "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but Jerry-" and starts talking (without missing a beat or even pausing to glance at me) to the guy I was talking to, giving him a task to do during his lunch hour since he's got clients he has to take care of later that day or some crap. So, being polite, I walk over to another cube to talk to someone else while he finishes his business. Not even 10 words into a discussion about Local Hockey Team, "Lance" walks by and starts talking to SECOND person, this time interrupting and literally ignoring me standing right there. He actually talks to guy #2 from behind me, and then walks away. I stand flabbergasted, feeling a strong, undeniable urge to pierce his tongue with a rusty letter opener. The thought that such an act might terminate my employment not only doesn't cause me to reconsider, but urges me forward. Only the realization that people bleed, and blood stains clothing (including favorite pants) deters said notion.
"Lance"
11:08am. I casually get up and go to talk to actual work partner about actual work-related matter. Sure, it's only about making an animated gif appear at the right time during a program, but it's a work-related program; just trying to fluff it up so as not to succumb to the daily inanity of my job. Amidst discussing, "Lance" walks up and says, "Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but Jerry-" and starts talking (without missing a beat or even pausing to glance at me) to the guy I was talking to, giving him a task to do during his lunch hour since he's got clients he has to take care of later that day or some crap. So, being polite, I walk over to another cube to talk to someone else while he finishes his business. Not even 10 words into a discussion about Local Hockey Team, "Lance" walks by and starts talking to SECOND person, this time interrupting and literally ignoring me standing right there. He actually talks to guy #2 from behind me, and then walks away. I stand flabbergasted, feeling a strong, undeniable urge to pierce his tongue with a rusty letter opener. The thought that such an act might terminate my employment not only doesn't cause me to reconsider, but urges me forward. Only the realization that people bleed, and blood stains clothing (including favorite pants) deters said notion.
