The weirdest people work with me part 2

The mail man at my job is the creppiest person ever. I know that sounds really mean. But he is. He is about 70 years old, balding, with like 3 strands of hair left that he combs over the top. He wears the same outfit for each day of the week—he has a Monday outfit, a Tuesday outfit, and on and on.

Now I can hear you saying, well, just because he only has 5 outfits and bad hair, that doesn’t mean he’s creepy. He’s just old. And lonely. With poor fashion sense. Oh don’t worry, I have made all of these arguments in my head. I have tried to be nice. And patient. And feel sorry because he is old and should be playing with grandchildren instead of fixing the photocopier and delivering my mail.

Well. In addition to all of the above he is a LURKER. A quiet, sneaky lurker. I will be typing and I will turn my head and he will just be in my doorway. Creepy. How long have you been standing there Fred? (yes, his name really is Fred. Of course) And he nicknames people and mutters their nicknames under their breath as he lurkes in their office doorway. And if you smile kindly and say “Hi Fred, thanks for dropping this off” he looks taken aback and slowly backs out of my doorway muttering all of the ways he has abbreviated my name under his breath. I don’t like it.

And he makes every interaction you have with him super awkward. You could just be walking past him in the hall and smile and say “Hi Fred” and he will jump to the other side of the hall and mutter something about not getting in the way.

Dude. It’s a big hall. Two people can fit in it. Happens all the time.

Anyway. I dread interactions with him. I walk away feeling so awkward and terrible. I feel like a really mean person, even as I’m writing this. But I try to be nice in person!! I just had to get it out.

Hi I’m Tilda. And the mailman? He freaks me out.

Office Drinking

So on Friday I went out with a bunch of people from work. It was a lot of fun, and I’m really glad that I went. Because everyone in my office has such different tasks, it is hard to find time to interact during the day, and you don’t really get to know people that well. One of the other EAs organized everyone to go out for drinks. Everyone kind of went with the mentality that if it was terrible, they could just bail after one drink.

However, everyone ended up having an awesome time, and hanging out for a while. We all agreed that we have to make it, if not a weekly, then definitely a semi-monthly thing. Which will be cool, because it seems like a lot of the people I work with could be a lot of fun.

BUT. One kid got a little too drunk for the first office drinking function. E. and I were talking about how we need to find some people to date, and he was like “well, what’s the matter with dating someone from the office” wink, wink, inappropriate placement of arm around waist. Eek. He is nice enough, but really. That was the first time we have ever hung out. And while I am all for random making out in bars (obviously) I am not so much for random making out with SOMEONE YOU WORK WITH. That is not cool. And has the potential to be pretty awkward.

So I just kind of laughed it off, but still, a little weird. And once everyone started going off their own way, M. and I were going to get something to eat. We had not planned for food in the outing, which could have contributed to the general drunken feeling. And this boy was like “oh, I’m hungry, I’ll come”. And we couldn’t really say no. That would be mean. And while he was drunk, he is still a nice kid. And we do have to work with him.

So M. and I and the boy went off, and omg. He was being a little touchy and wayyyy drunk. And he started telling us about how he hates his roommate, and doesn’t have that many friends. And yes, I felt bad, because I know its hard to make friends. But getting drunk and creeping people out doesn’t really make them want to be friends with you. And then we decided to call it a night, even though he kept trying to get us to go out more with him. So then! He told us that he was just going to go drink alone. Oh boy. Not good.

So I eventually make it home, and around 2:30 (yup, that would be a.m.) my phone rings. And its him. I did not answer. I did text M. to see if she had gotten a phone call (she had not).

Oh my goodness. And I just passed him in the hallway, hence the reason for this post.

And my bosses are both gone all week. Expect many posts.