Acceptance (language)

[Knightmare]

After 5 months or so, I am finally accepted as "one of the guys" at work.
How can I tell?

I get called "sorry ass" "knuckle dragger" "Dumbfuck" and one guy even calls me "Ol' boy" instead of my name, which he used to use daily.

One of the other operators and I don't say hello in the morning, we say "Fuck you" in a Jersey accent.

I also find things in my locker, like dead snakes and lizards. How they get those thru those little vent slits, I have no idea, but they really must want to put it in my locker.

I even got to sit down in my supervisor's office and read some applications, and tell him what I thought.

No, they aren't being mean to just me. The long-timers do this to each other all the time. So if you work with all guys, and they start calling you names and pulling pranks, congratulations! You are officially one of the boys.

[Broomjockey]

"You are now part of the tribe!"

Yub yub!

[LoneWolf]

you being a knuckle dragger is a way of telling you that you resemble the other group enough to be accepted? I have a weird mental image of your coworkers now

[Saydrah]

Poor snakes and lizards

[wagegoth]

At one time I was the night computer operator for Lear Fan, a company Bill Lear started before he died. The computer was located in a room off the tech area. The engineers were in another building. The engineers would submit report requests to me. So me, only female, with about a dozen guys. These are not computer techs. These were guys building boards, parts, etc. from scratch.

We were out in the desert in Stead, Nevada. They started catching centipedes and scorpions and having fights. They regularly played the most incredible practical jokes on each other. But not me. I was kind of protected. Which was actually good, because being there at night meant I could be really alone. However, I was very helpful with setting people up for jokes, and I regularly partook in several tribal functions, including the day we collected every single green felt pen we could find and burned them, because the engineer we all hated, who was the only one who used them, left the company. We actually frikkin' danced around the garbage can we had the fire in.

Good times.

[Gurndigarn]

Was I the only one thinking "Shark Bait! Ooh ha ha!"?

[Retail Associate]

Congrats, dumbfuck! Now you and all the other knuckle draggers are like a family. Good job, ol boy.

Now, get your sorry ass back to work!

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