I sometimes get questions of “do you make this shit up” on my blog. The answer is a tragic NO. Sadly, I doubt I’m creative enough to come up with this. I attract crazy and odd like Charlie Sheen attracts strippers and coke. (Yes, verbatim I was told this.) This story is one of those gems. But first, a little background:
I am at this amazing new job. I love what I do, I love where I am…. but my boss? He is, bless him, about one nugget short of a Happy Meal. My coworkers and I have dubbed him Doug E. Fresh. I’m not sure why or how this happened, but it’s quite commonplace vernacular here now. Doug E. Fresh’s existence, I’m certain, is to make our lives as difficult as possible before he leaves this position. We have a countdown clock now the we know when he’s leaving. Tick Tock Doug E. Fresh… Tick Tock.
That being said, Doug E. Fresh tales from last week. ONE day in my life with Doug E.
Me: Doug E. Fresh, (ok I used his REAL name but you get me) I need you to sign this time request off form. I’m taking the day after Christmas off if that is ok.
DEF: Oh yes that’s fine. You are here all the time. You need a day…
Me: smile (and think to myself it’s YOUR fault I’m here all the dang time)
DEF: Why did you date this with a smiley face?
Me: Oh! (blush) it’s 12/12/12 and I thought that was cool to write. Sorry….
DEF: That’s right! How cool is that! Oh! Next year it’s 13/13/13! Oh geez I hope it’s not on a Friday! (laughter)
Me: (realizing he’s serious) Um… 13? That’s not possible…. it’s December…12….
DEF: God DAMN it!!!!! Oh well.
Me: I’ll see you in our meeting!
I scurry away and flee to the bathroom where I erupt in a fit of laughter.
DEF: (in the middle of a meeting) You know some days my whole goal is to just distract you.
DEF: Yea…. you are SO focused. You just move right through and stay on track regardless of what I say or do.
Me: Um…. thanks. I try. So, as I was saying, here we have the…
DEF: hummina-humminah (makes weird noises)
DEF: (more noises)
Me: Ok, So, as I was saying, you have the…..
DEF: Really? Do you take stuff for this? You are incredibly hyper focused man!
Me: I’m not on any medications for anything – I’m just a professional and I’d like to get done before dark.
DEF: hahaha! Ok. Carry on.
He left about five minutes later….
To understand this final section, you must understand Doug E. Fresh’s work (haha) schedule.
9am: arrive, fuss about computer, check emails, drink coffee, walk around the office areas and interrupts all head employees
11am: declare hunger and/or may attend a meeting
11:30-noon: leave for lunch
1pm: attend a fitness class or go hit golf balls for a few hours
3pm: back in office, check email, may attend a meeting
4pm: leave for the day
Earlier this week, not surprisingly Doug E. Fresh declared I had to do a special presentation just for him and include some people via phone. I was already doing this presentation twice on Monday, but Doug E. Fresh wanted it for his on Friday. Fine. It was absurd, and useless, but I did it. Then I get this email:
“Yours truly is taking some much deserved time off on Friday. If you need me, I’ll be checking emails”
So, I reply:
“Dipshit. YOU need time off? I work more hours in day than you did in two months. TIME OFF? You make me pull favors to get a presentation just for you on Friday and now you aren’t even coming?? OR did it mean so little to you that you forgot. Sweet mother Mary. You are batshit crazy. Please, don’t come back….just run away and don’t stop.”
Ok. I didn’t. Well, I did, but I erased it. What I really wrote was:
“You made me schedule a meeting for you on Friday as a test run presentation. I have a,b,c lined up for the conference call. Are you really not attending?”
Doug E. Fresh:
“We can do another on on Monday early if you needed to. I don’t think it’s necessary on Friday. I trust you. You’re the bestest!!!”
Ya’ll! He did. He said bestest. And used three !!!. I can only assume the man was drunk or high as a kite. What 60-something year old man says that? I think he’s messing with me. Wait….maybe he’s the Beebs after all. Maybe it was HIM messing with me and not… no? You think? I need wine…..