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When you combine 2 people with absolutely no filter or volume control between them whose only interests in life are work, you have a recipe for work disaster.
I introduce to you Thick Cher and Glutton for Punishment Sonny.
Thick Cher gotta be one of those Armenians with super dark long black hair and she only wears bell bottoms. She thick like an old lady who been out of her prime for 10 years but you know she was killing it back in the day. Problem is she's super loud about her work and she's management level but not necessarily a decision maker in the company.
Glutton for Punishment Sonny, is some weird white dude who looks like he could possibly be a serial killer or the nigga who sells cotton candy at the carnival post retirement age. He absolutely loves it when there is conflict at work and when he is the butt of the joke.
These mofos used to sit next to me for a long time before we got renovated office space. They would have heated vulgar arguments every day about work shit. The kind of work they do doesn't even warrant anger. All they do is relay data, they don't compile it or conduct any research, they just take the data and make it look nice for the next person to create info-graphics. One day I remember in particular was about 2 months ago. They're at her desk, pretty much where all of the shit would go down, less than 20 feet from me. So she's on a phone call and he comes over, see's she's on the phone, waits a few seconds then walks away irritated. Comes back 5 minutes later, before he could say anything she says "looks like you fucked up again, you gave the design team the wrong data". Nigga got flustered, he starts to plead his case because he realized he did actually send the wrong shit, She cuts him off "I'm sick of having to clean up your mess all the time, it would be nice if you weren't such an asshole and payed attention to what you send out" I really thought he was gonna fight back, the look on his face was anger and embarrassment, I though he was gonna let out a "bitch first of all..." but he just lets out a loud "fuck, I'll be back...." I'm just sitting there like damnnnn, 'she got his ass again". 15 minutes or so go by, He loud stomps back over to her desk, cuz this nigga loves conflict, puts his laptop on her desk, spins it around to face her and says with a sinister ass, "look at who's the asshole now" Come to find out, they both been sending the design team the wrong shit. They fight about it for a little bit and a guy who wasn't close by when the argument started and heard none of this walks up to them. He starts talking about the cafeteria and seeing one of the executive level officers on the way up to our space. Sonny and Cher are all smiles giggling and cracking jokes with each other. Cracking jokes with the dudes. It was like the shit never happened. Sonny fucking walked away with a smile on his face. It wasn't a "bitch, thought she got me" smile. It was a "good to see Jeff, rising through the company" smile.
I'm new to the Google/FaceBook company culture where the whole office is just wide open collaborative space, folks can just roll up on you at any moment. They don't even pull you to the side, they just handle the shit in front of everybody.
Later on, I had spoke about it to another coworker and she brushed it off like "that's just how they are".
I'm the only black male here also.
I don't think I would be wrong to assume that he gets off on getting his ass kicked.
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