The Co-Workers...

As promised, some thoughts and observations on my new co-workers.

Aging Dumb Blonde

I swear these are the only words to describe K. She babbles non-stop about absolutely nothing in a completely stereotypical "dumb blonde" type voice. The first couple weeks I would stop working and chat (read: listen) with her but now I try to look busy when she loiters outside my office door. She's nice enough but it only took me a couple weeks to figure out that she likes to babble. K has told me that she has a vertigo problem and feels dizzy all the time. I'm not completely convinced that it doesn't have more to do with the color of her hair rather than an ear issue. She's also known as the "drawer police" around the office. Should she walk by your office and see that your drawer is open she'll stop and warn you of the dangers of leaving it open. I thought I was the only one to receive the lecture until I mentioned it in passing to my boss and she laughed and said that was K's thing. The other girl who started the same day as me (M) has already received the lecture too. *giggle* We were talking about it today and laughed how we felt like naughty children being scolded about open drawers. I've left my desk drawers open for 20 years and have yet to injure myself because of it.

George Carlin the Safety Dude

M and I had a plant tour with the Safety Dude during our first week. When he showed up to get us I immediately thought he had to be George Carlin's younger brother. He has a goatee that hangs about three inches from his chin and he sounds just like Carlin. He does not, however, use the seven words. At least, not yet. He's a Harley owner and into yoga and he bows to me every time he leaves my office. Nice guy, just kinda unique.

M the Other New Girl

M and I started on the same day and everyone gets our names mixed up. We're getting used to it. She's a couple years younger than I am and I really like her. She's fun and we share a bit of a bond because we started together. The first time I saw her walk away from me I couldn't help but think that she looked like she'd spent too much time on a horse. I hope that doesn't sound mean, it was just a silent observation. I couldn't help but giggle to myself when I found out that she does indeed own horses.

Mean Jean - Part Two

So on my first morning G, my boss, took me for a tour to introduce me to the co-workers. The first office we stopped at was the lady who does hourly payroll. Her name is Jeanne and she's anything but mean. It did make me snicker a little though. Last week the operations manager met her in the hallway outside my office and asked, "How's Mean Jean today?" My heart skipped a little beat and I had to go down the hall to her office to tell her about the Mean Jean thing. I did assure her that I didn't think she was anything like the other Mean Jean.

That's all I can think of for the moment.

*smoooches*