|Have you heard the one about the chicken?|
Combined with the data retention of a computer. Not Watson. I'm not that good. But maybe a Macintosh Classic.
|Boxy and serviceable isn't necessarily bad.|
But this combination means that I have the tendency to make really bad jokes using references either nobody understands or that they just don't find funny. Ryan told me recently that a girl confessed to him that she was "really dorky in high school" and he asked her if she ever made the below gesture and declared something to be a tangent:
|Because math jokes are always funny..|
All of which was fine, until I had to get a job.
|Would you like a side of SLAYAGE?|
|There's a Buffy for every moment.|
|Incidentally, not invited to Steve's wedding.|
But at least at my old place, I had a cushion of being around people my own age, each with their own degree of nerd. At my current job, I'm not so lucky. At some point a group of my colleagues were talking about how DC was "as tense as a warzone," and there's "just no dialogue between sides." I chimed in with, "Yeah, it's all, 'whatever you say, say nothing," which was met with silence. Because who doesn't love allusions to Northern Irish poetry?
|Certainly not this guy.|
I followed that one up with an even better one, don't worry. At a staff meeting, we were talking about a client, and the dialogue went like this:
Coworker 1: Well they're talking about bringing in regulators.
Coworker 2: Regulators!
Me: MOUNT UP!
|Always work appropriate.|
Which brings me to this morning's meeting. A woman was talking about how there is no cure for a type of arthritis, which, she said, is "just mind-bending." I leaned over to the older, rather stodgy and professional man sitting next to me, made my hand into a claw and said, "Or does she mean finger bending???"
|They intend to ignore me.|
|Douchebags are hygenic products, I take that as a compliment. Thank you.|