I laughed out loud in the end. I laughed already when the one guy gets to the part where he tells he was impaled and died. That was a good laugh. Yeah, I somewhat know the type who has always done the same but better or more extreme. Annoying... But entertaining, if you know what strings to pull. Yup, good read... And now, I have nothing more to say. Great little piece, I really enjoyed reading this. Good work.

That's nothing, I've worked with this one guy who'd not only top everything you said, but follow it up with "And if you thought that was bad..." and an even bigger story.

*grins*

...Sorry, I couldn't resist. ^_^

A funny story. Those sorts of folks can be very annoying indeed.

There's a guy like that where I work too, except he starts everything with, "I know." Great ending.

Ah, the one-upper. I have a coworker like that, good thing we're on different shifts now.

Geez. I think we can all relate here. You did a really good job of representing that annoying bastard we've all encountered.

Oh this was a very good chuckle to chase away the work cruds....

*hugs...

V.

I felt somewhat lucky to be there, as a lot of the other machine operators had been sent home. But I didn't feel lucky enough to work with much enthusiasm.

... that is a lovely thought for this retail slave to stumble across on this, the last gasp of the Christmas Shopping season :p

and yeah, there's one on every shift ... a couple on mine, actually ;)

Strangely enough, I had this job during a Christmas break from school..needed the money to pay for things for the upcoming semester. The day after I was in the stockroom taping up mailbags, I had to sit next to a big roll of paper with addresses printed on it; the paper was fed into a machine which broke up the perforations between the different sheets and loaded the separated pages into a hopper for someone to sort.

I wasn't sorting anything; I was turning a crank attached to the hub of the big wheel to keep it spinning at exactly the right speed. I did this for 12 hours (except during my breaks).