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People who have read my posts on the site before may have seen me mention my coworker, CR, who works FDLP (Front Door Loss Prevention) at the wholesale club. Now, CR's not without his flaws, and because he can often have a suffers-no-bulls**t attitude and takes his job seriously, he'll often have customers getting angry at him. Hell, my first year or so at the club, I didn't like CR much until I found out he was a bigger geek than I was, and we shared the same interests in books and movies.
CR's a sci-fi/fantasy geek extraordinaire-- Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who, Hitchhiker's Guide, Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman ("I'm gay for Gaiman," CR often says), Lovecraft, et cetera. So we often crack jokes and talk about what we've been reading or watching.
Here's a recent thing we've been doing. I forget how we got to talking about it, but we started talking about old 80's/early 90's TV shows, and doing a thumbs-up/thumbs-down vote on them. Somehow, that turned into the two of us trying to "trump" the other by throwing out the names of TV shows, the more obscure or the older the better.
CR has the advantage on me, since he's several years older than me, but I managed to silence him and "win" for the day by responding to his throwing out "Soap" by looking him in the eye and saying, "Jem." CR winced, groaned, and shook his head. "...that was foul. You should be ashamed." I was.
CR's starting to win more often in our little game, because I'm starting to run out of TV shows.
Recent exchange at work: CR had gone on a venting session to me earlier because someone he knew (family, maybe?) had asked to borrow money from him, and not a small amount either. CR had shot them down, because he and his girlfriend have too much debt already to go around lending money, which the would-be borrower didn't seem to grasp. Which led to this later exchange:
CR: "Can I borrow $1,000?"
J2K: "No."
CR: "Okay, will you DONATE $1,000?"
J2K: "No."
CR: "You won't donate that much to the C.S.R. Foundation? It's a very reputable organization, that only accepts the best and the brightest, the most intelligent people."
J2K: "Sorry, all my money already goes to the J.2.K. Institute, who have a very good reputation in my books."
CR: "All right. If you donate $1,000 to the C.S.R. Foundation, I will match every dollar with a donation to the Haitian."
*pause*
J2K: "No."
CR: "To the Haitian, I said."
J2K: "I heard you. But why would I want you to make a donation to that nameless pawn of the Company?"
CR: "Because I want him to pay you a visit!"
J2K: "Yeah, see, that's the problem. Because when the Haitian makes a visit, then the Gabriel Grey Organization makes a visit, and I don't want them to pay me a house-call."
*CR laughs*
CR: "Okay, then how about to the Petrelli Organization?"
J2K: "Which Petrelli?"
CR: "Mrs. Petrelli."
J2K: "No."
CR: "...Senator Petrelli?"
J2K: "HELL no!"
That's about when it ended. We had some good laughs over it.
CR's a sci-fi/fantasy geek extraordinaire-- Star Trek, Star Wars, Doctor Who, Hitchhiker's Guide, Terry Pratchett, Neil Gaiman ("I'm gay for Gaiman," CR often says), Lovecraft, et cetera. So we often crack jokes and talk about what we've been reading or watching.
Here's a recent thing we've been doing. I forget how we got to talking about it, but we started talking about old 80's/early 90's TV shows, and doing a thumbs-up/thumbs-down vote on them. Somehow, that turned into the two of us trying to "trump" the other by throwing out the names of TV shows, the more obscure or the older the better.
CR has the advantage on me, since he's several years older than me, but I managed to silence him and "win" for the day by responding to his throwing out "Soap" by looking him in the eye and saying, "Jem." CR winced, groaned, and shook his head. "...that was foul. You should be ashamed." I was.
CR's starting to win more often in our little game, because I'm starting to run out of TV shows.
Recent exchange at work: CR had gone on a venting session to me earlier because someone he knew (family, maybe?) had asked to borrow money from him, and not a small amount either. CR had shot them down, because he and his girlfriend have too much debt already to go around lending money, which the would-be borrower didn't seem to grasp. Which led to this later exchange:
CR: "Can I borrow $1,000?"
J2K: "No."
CR: "Okay, will you DONATE $1,000?"
J2K: "No."
CR: "You won't donate that much to the C.S.R. Foundation? It's a very reputable organization, that only accepts the best and the brightest, the most intelligent people."
J2K: "Sorry, all my money already goes to the J.2.K. Institute, who have a very good reputation in my books."
CR: "All right. If you donate $1,000 to the C.S.R. Foundation, I will match every dollar with a donation to the Haitian."
*pause*
J2K: "No."
CR: "To the Haitian, I said."
J2K: "I heard you. But why would I want you to make a donation to that nameless pawn of the Company?"
CR: "Because I want him to pay you a visit!"
J2K: "Yeah, see, that's the problem. Because when the Haitian makes a visit, then the Gabriel Grey Organization makes a visit, and I don't want them to pay me a house-call."
*CR laughs*
CR: "Okay, then how about to the Petrelli Organization?"
J2K: "Which Petrelli?"
CR: "Mrs. Petrelli."
J2K: "No."
CR: "...Senator Petrelli?"
J2K: "HELL no!"
That's about when it ended. We had some good laughs over it.