I while back I had a temp gig in a very tiny utility in a neighboring state. The position was ridiculously micro managed, so I knew it was short term… But the trainer Wendy AND her manager Mike (not their real names)
BOTH dug for gold up their nose… Constantly! God, they were So Disgusting.
Wendy did this Every Single Time you asked her a question about what she was teaching. Still, that wasn’t the Truly Disgusting part. Wendy was Very proud of her “long thick hair” that she “never ever cut” and was constantly brushing her
booger-spattered fingers through it as she talked… and as much as she loved her boogers, she Loved to talk. :smack:
She bragged more than once about how her husband loved to run his fingers through her hair after work. I couldn’t help but wonder what new scaly scabby prizes he’d come up with each and every night. Ewww^99
Mike, an older gentleman, would mark his conference room meetings by moving back from the table, spreading his cowboy boots as wide as his chair would allow and picking and digging nose-clover while trying to make a point.
I honestly never knew whether to hope he’d figure out what he wanted to say, or to hope that his jeans zipper would somehow manage to stay shut, or that he’d just find what he was looking for up there and Just Stop Picking.
The week my contract was going to end, he had singled me out for a little conference room meeting about how he thought that some of my mannerisms seemed “unprofessional” around the office.
The entire time of this meeting, his voice was nasal due to his finger being knuckle-deep up his nose with Good Old Wendy sitting and smiling next to him… nodding her head… and brushing her fingers through her hair. :rolleyes:
It was literally all I could do to nod my head while looking away and not vomit on the new carpet.