more office awkwardness
These are true stories.
I'm sitting at my desk/cubicle/enclosure thingy doing my work thang. A very giddy-happy-go-lucky woman walks up holding a pink photo album. The following conversation takes place:
HER: Hi! Quincy?
HER: Oooooh, hi! I'm *forgot her name* I work up stairs. I've been on maternity leave for the past 3 months.
ME: *unable to control my bitter sarcasim* Oh, good for you!
HER: THANK YOU! So your first name is Quincy?
HER: My son's name is Quincy!
ME: Oh really?
HER: Yes! I bought pictures! *hands me the pink photo album*
**I could not believe this woman brought me pictures of her son, Quincy. As I flip through the photo album I realize that this woman is clearly not picking up on my "leave me alone" sarcasim, so I decide to have a little fun.**
ME: Wow, this is awesome!
ME: *pointing to her daughter* ...and who is THIS little bundle of joy?!
HER: Thats Baby Jessica...thats Quincy's new baby sister!
ME: Awwwwwwww :)
HER: Well, it was nice meeting you. I just wanted you to know that there's another Quincy.
ME: Ok, I'll se you around!
HER: K...buh byyyyye!
I have a problem with people who call their children "Baby ______".
A few days ago I went to lunch with my friend Danny. I was waiting for him in the lobby of my building when a guy walked up to me, shook my hand, and stopped to talk. The terribly awkward conversation followed:
HIM: HEY, YOUNG MAN!
ME: Hey, how ya' doin'?
HIM: I'm good, how have you been?
ME: I'm fine, thanks.
HIM: Hows the family?
**At this point it was clear that I had become a victim of mistaken identity. This dude thought I was someone I'm not, but so not to embarass this friendly stranger I played along.**
ME: They're well.
HIM: Thats good. How's school goin'.
ME: Ummm....its tough, but I'm gettin' it done.
HIM: Good, good! Make sure you stay in dem books!
**Danny walks up...thank GOD.**
HIM: Ok, I'll see ya' later.
I immediately shared the story with Danny. We had a good laugh and made merry.
Ok...thats it. Happy Weekend.