This has never been a problem for me. There are very few people who want to stand behind actuaries and watch them work.
Thats ok with me. I prefer to be ignored. You have your job to do, I have mine.
BUT, remember that often you need me more than I need you. You need me to unclog your toilets, fix your lights, and adjust the temperature of your office (and boy, can I have fun with that). I might be the “rectum” of the company and your the “brain” or the “heart” but if the rectum quits working the brain and heart shut down pretty quick.
But are you a happy camper?
A cashier in a grocery once asked as she was ringing up frozen fish if I was going to eat them.
I really had to repress the desire to say no, they are for an elaborate sex act.
Ohhh… come closer and I might accidentally drop a hammer.
Ultimately a trade show is better off with a large number of quality vendors and displays so while your technically competitors, you are also on the same slate. Hence it would be better if they would offer to help. Heck just helping to remove some trash or help carrying a box is often a big help.
Oh, come on! Lighten up! You people are probably the same ones who get pissed off at that camel who strolls around our office every Wednesday.
Four days out of the week he stays in his cube and actually works. If he wasn’t hitting his performance goals we would have fired him for all the wandering around he does on Wednesdays.
We tried to get HR involved but he pre-empted that by telling them it was part of his religion.
He has to walk a mile. It’s how he quit smoking.
Who told on him? It was that jerk Mike, I’ll bet.
You used to work a checkout too huh? What bugged me was they always thought they were being so original. Yeah buddy, you are so brilliant, I’ve never heard that before. Just go away.
What I hate, are the people telling me to “smile”.
ETA: Russian heel beat me to it.
Are you at least planning on Wang Chunging tonight?
‘don’t forget to carry the one…’
… and now… having fun yet?
Btw its a stupid thing that people say, when they feel the need to say something, but have really nothing to say and are happy that someone finally solves a problem that seems very hard for them to solve.
It’s nice and meant to be light hearted on the side of stupid … so just say: Plenty / Awesome time / break it more often, will ya
Actually, I believe Ford’s theory was that if we ever stopped talking our brains would start working. He gave it up as “too cynical”, but there is an element of truth there.
Urbanredneck, I used to work building maintenance and I simply developed an extremely gruff persona to avoid the idiotic comments. Nothing beats 5 seconds of a silent stare-down followed by a grunted, monosyllabic response.
Wot? no “Here’s your sign” references?
Oh I hear your pain. Thankfully for me we get lock boxes on most of our jobs (restoration company), so much of the time I work in peace while the homeowner is away at work. There are enough times though that the client is home and sitting there watching me the whole time. Sometimes friendly, sometimes chatty, sometimes distrustfully monitoring all I do. The simple jobs this is not such a bother, but on more complicated tasks it is really annoying.
Sounds like someone is pissed at the world for their vocational choices.
The creator of the “are we having fun yet?” meme was Bill Griffith in his Zippy the Pinhead" comics. He has expressed dismay that so many people have expropriated it without attribution or compensation. So the OP has the author in his corner.
Nah, I agree it’s a bit unfair the way us paperpusher types tend to treat physical-plant repair and construction activities as though they’re our live entertainment.
It sure is fascinating for many of us deskbound keyboard jockeys to see somebody actually using physical tools on the macroscopic physical objects that we treat as mere fixed features of the landscape—oh look! the whole toilet just unbolts and lifts off! the soil pipe is just an open hole in the floor! ewwww that’s gross!—but it’s not right to expect the people actually doing the work to have to put up with an audience, much less to maintain audience interaction.
(If I can watch that stuff from a discreet distance, though, I’m rubbernecking away with the best of them. Like when we had our last big snowfall and the parking garage near my house had two mini-frontloaders up on the top level with floodlights in the middle of the night and they were scooping up the snow and just dumping it over the edge of the building, shloooooowumpp!, and a big frontloader down on the ground was collecting the snow they dropped and dumping it into a big truck to be hauled away and OMG it was like watching A HUGE YELLOW MECHANICAL ANT COLONY, and I stood there on the corner staring till I couldn’t feel my toes anymore. RIVETING.)