Irritating your co-workers, and stirring up the fishing hole!
So I decided to go snowmobiling with Clint at work because I felt sorry for the poor boy who seemed to have no friends at all........ Yes, Nell your friendly Togo Corrections Officer decided to be nice, but it didn't last long...... So, hearing I was going snowmobiling with Clint, the other fishes went into a frenzy and decided to attack little ol' me, and the fisher woman decided to fight back with a vengence! I poisoned the water and threw in a stick of dynamite, forget swimming to shore!!!!!!
Translation: I worked with Brandon, and testy little Brandon started a war. Brandon began the war by stating "So... your going snowmobiling with Clint, Huh? Where are you guys going to go snowmobiling?" To this I replied to the seemingly innocent conversation stating, I think we will probably go to Side Lake. Brandon then replied yeah you could go to Bimbos and have a candle light dinner.. (Bimbos being a restaruant people). To this I replied, I don't think so, we are just hanging out, it is not a date or anything. From this Brandon presisted in giving out wonderful ideas for dates and a romantic get together, and the fisher woman got more and more pissed off. So, I stated "Wow, you have all these good ideas, Clint is not my type, we should go out some time.." To this Brandon became visably shaken and my revenge was set in place. So I continued along this line as Brandon floundered, tried switching the subject becoming more irritated, and continued to tease me about Clint again trying to switch my focus to no avail. Onward the night went, and Brandon continued to find ways to piss off the fisher woman. Brandon then insisted that I play Snood on the computer to which I denied knowing my denial continually irriatated the poor boy more. Eventually Brandon gave up for a while and sat crossing his arms until the next strike. Brandon then came up with a new plan stating sweetly, "Can you do me a favor?" To which I replied, "No, I AM NOT PLAYING SNOOD!" Then feeling bad, I recanted and gave in stating yes I shall try Snood after all. I then played as Brandon tried a new ploy to get even, SMACKING my arm as I played Snood stating "Good Job." To this I responded you know it is against policy to smack the the residents, but no where is it stated that we cannot HIT STAFF! I then started thinking off all kinds of forms of evil revenge.... SO, the next day Brandon questioned my fidelity (don't ask), we talked religion and politics, he answered my questions with a question, and ever onward we continued to irritated each other further. He then stated I always had to one up someone, was I in Vietnam twice or what. To which I replied, "No, I was in Nam three times actually." Then we went around in circles, and I told him he was nice one tenth of the time, and quite the jerk despite what everyone else at work said about him. He then told me I was dishonest... and the conversation got nastier. I then decided I best not kill him so I switched strategies, and quit talking to him for the health of my future career. Brandon then became more irritated and asked questions which I refused to answer, irritating him more and slipping out the door when my relief came without answering his question, except in spanish which he does not understand.... thankfully!!! :) Then I drove home in a ticked off rage planning my revenge.....
Translation: I worked with Brandon, and testy little Brandon started a war. Brandon began the war by stating "So... your going snowmobiling with Clint, Huh? Where are you guys going to go snowmobiling?" To this I replied to the seemingly innocent conversation stating, I think we will probably go to Side Lake. Brandon then replied yeah you could go to Bimbos and have a candle light dinner.. (Bimbos being a restaruant people). To this I replied, I don't think so, we are just hanging out, it is not a date or anything. From this Brandon presisted in giving out wonderful ideas for dates and a romantic get together, and the fisher woman got more and more pissed off. So, I stated "Wow, you have all these good ideas, Clint is not my type, we should go out some time.." To this Brandon became visably shaken and my revenge was set in place. So I continued along this line as Brandon floundered, tried switching the subject becoming more irritated, and continued to tease me about Clint again trying to switch my focus to no avail. Onward the night went, and Brandon continued to find ways to piss off the fisher woman. Brandon then insisted that I play Snood on the computer to which I denied knowing my denial continually irriatated the poor boy more. Eventually Brandon gave up for a while and sat crossing his arms until the next strike. Brandon then came up with a new plan stating sweetly, "Can you do me a favor?" To which I replied, "No, I AM NOT PLAYING SNOOD!" Then feeling bad, I recanted and gave in stating yes I shall try Snood after all. I then played as Brandon tried a new ploy to get even, SMACKING my arm as I played Snood stating "Good Job." To this I responded you know it is against policy to smack the the residents, but no where is it stated that we cannot HIT STAFF! I then started thinking off all kinds of forms of evil revenge.... SO, the next day Brandon questioned my fidelity (don't ask), we talked religion and politics, he answered my questions with a question, and ever onward we continued to irritated each other further. He then stated I always had to one up someone, was I in Vietnam twice or what. To which I replied, "No, I was in Nam three times actually." Then we went around in circles, and I told him he was nice one tenth of the time, and quite the jerk despite what everyone else at work said about him. He then told me I was dishonest... and the conversation got nastier. I then decided I best not kill him so I switched strategies, and quit talking to him for the health of my future career. Brandon then became more irritated and asked questions which I refused to answer, irritating him more and slipping out the door when my relief came without answering his question, except in spanish which he does not understand.... thankfully!!! :) Then I drove home in a ticked off rage planning my revenge.....
posted by Nell, your friendly Red Wing Corrections Officer @ 9:38 PM
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