According to at least one of my coworkers.
Which one are you?
I’ve been informed that I’m the scary one. And I was honestly surprised to hear that some people are afraid of me. Why, I’m as harmless as a fluffy little bunny!
What a waste of a perfect setup. It’s really a shame that The Weird One doesn’t post here anymore.
Depending on the person asked, I’m:
The mean one
The scary one
The nice one
The funny one
The cunt
I refuse to say which of those is the most common response.
I am the ‘abrasive and sarcastic one’ but also a ‘rescuer’. Apparently, some users are afraid to ask me simple questions, but know I am the first person they want to talk to in an emergency. I am also Mr. Answer for a lot of them, on many different subjects.
Then I come here and I am expert at almost nothing.
Jim
Which ain’t a bad thing if y’all were discussing statistics.
I’m the scary one: apparently I scare people on the first meeting (not good, about to go for new job!). The scariest thing I ever did was visit a friend’s new girlfriend at her place of work after getting rave reviews about this girl and said (walking up to the counter and pushing a pram) “Hi, I’m Dellie, did Kev tell you about this?” and then buying her lunch and convincing her that I was a smartarse and that my son wasn’t her boyfriend’s child. (I know, I’m gong to Hell) but Kev did say she loved the odd practical joke …
The Paranoid One.
At university, it was only toward the end of my third year that I discovered my nick-name was Paranoid [My first name]. That I was called ‘paranoid’ *behind my back * for at least two years seems deeply ironic… :dubious:
I’m the quiet one.
I am the rude ass.
I’m the ‘very pleasant to know’ one. I even have email to that effect 
In the workplace I’m afraid he doesn’t have exclusive rights to that one anymore. I had a coworker tell me, in a very friendly manner, that I was ‘extremely weird, really’. I’m not sure how to take it. It didn’t sound like a negative tone of voice, but neither was it complimentary. Sort of amused and puzzled, if anything.
The perplexing part about this is that when she said it I wasn’t (to my knowledge) acting at all weird - I was involved in a generic conversation in the lunch room. Which either means I’m weird 16/7 (even weirdos need to sleep) and blissfully unaware of it or… well actually, I can’t think of an ‘or’. :smack: Guess I’m weird.
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The creepy one.
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The funny one.
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The perverted one.
I get #1 from most American girls before even opening my mouth. Strangely enough, I dont get it from girls when I travel. In any case, it’s going away gradually as I work out more and groom better. #2 I get from all my male friends and most of my female friends. I get #3 from close friends and girlfriends 
I’m neither the scary one nor the mean one.
My husband and I own our own business now and he handles most of the worker shit but I do have experience in the worker bee unit.
I worked as a nurses aide in a rehabilitation care facility(read:nursing home) for many years. Aides would come and go, some good, some bad. Many left for better jobs, and who could blame them? Those of us who stayed were subjected to some pretty awful wankers. I remember a particular college student who only worked weekends and whose goal was to be a cruise ship nurse. I am not making this up. I swear.
Said student would never be found when it was time to make rounds and finally was caught watching TV in the lounge. OH, no big deal, says the charge nurse. After all, she only works weekends. Yeah, and that was the busiest time, since the folks who had relatives that cared enough to visit did so. I picked up her slack for a while, and other workers knew I was good to do what I was hired for. One night, after I had done bed checks, with the help of another worker who was on another aisle, the charge nurse told me so and so needed a diaper change. I had checked this person before and she was clean so I piped up: “The hell I’m going to do it. You go to the goddamned TV room and get Danielle* and have her earn her weekend paycheck”. Then I walked away and heard my co workers say “damn straight” and “you bet”.
So, after that I was the Not Taking Shit one.
*Yeah, that was her real name.
At different times, I’m the scary one, the weird one, the funny one, the mean one, the intimidating one, the crazy one, the nice one, the maternal one…
The quiet one.
The easy-going one.
Shock, eh?
- Tamerlane
Since I’m self-employed and work alone, I’m all of the above, and more. Plus, I’m the only one here with opposable thumbs, so I’m the opener of cat food.
I’m the dark one.
Sometimes capitalized. 
I am the loud one. People probably dont want to sit near me at work because of my massive volume.