Crazy bastards you work with

[Unibomber]

So there is this guy at work who is like nuts, but super smart and probably a genius. This ******* paces the halls between editions and counts his steps -- I know because you can hear him. He is always mumbling to himself like Rainman and is just freaking weird, but not in a scary, bring-a-gun-to-work way. A guy I work with is on the crapper today and the crazy ******* shuffles into the men's room mumbling, blows his nose very loudly and then clearly says "There ya go Jim." He then blows his nose again and again says, not mumbling at all, but at normal conversing level "There ya go Jim." One other time he came in the crapper and laughed out loud to himself and stated "A calculator is for calculating -- heh heh." One time I was doing my business in the restroom and he came in, paced around, stopped and said "What's goin ooonnnn," and stretched it out Barry White-style, then just walked out. Now he is not talking to whoever is in there, he is just saying things to himself. HE IS WEIRD!

So, who else has a crazy loon in the newsroom that wants to share stories.

 

[Moderator1]

I think I roomed with your boy once.

 

[Songbird]

An ad guy once touched my face in the newsroom because, he said, "I just wanted to touch your whiskers."

 

[sportsed]

So there is this guy at work who is like nuts, but super smart and probably a genius. This ******* paces the halls between editions and counts his steps -- I know because you can hear him. He is always mumbling to himself like Rainman and is just freaking weird, but not in a scary, bring-a-gun-to-work way. A guy I work with is on the crapper today and the crazy ******* shuffles into the men's room mumbling, blows his nose very loudly and then clearly says "There ya go Jim." He then blows his nose again and again says, not mumbling at all, but at normal conversing level "There ya go Jim." One other time he came in the crapper and laughed out loud to himself and stated "A calculator is for calculating -- heh heh." One time I was doing my business in the restroom and he came in, paced around, stopped and said "What's goin ooonnnn," and stretched it out Barry White-style, then just walked out. Now he is not talking to whoever is in there, he is just saying things to himself. HE IS WEIRD!

So, who else has a crazy loon in the newsroom that wants to share stories.

Everybody works with someone who's a pain in the ass, someone who's like Dwight K. Schrute and maybe even someone who's kinda crazy, but I doubt anyone's going to top what you just posted. Yikes.

Oh, and I may co-opt "There ya go, Jim" for just about any situation in life.

 

[Unibomber]

So there is this guy at work who is like nuts, but super smart and probably a genius. This ******* paces the halls between editions and counts his steps -- I know because you can hear him. He is always mumbling to himself like Rainman and is just freaking weird, but not in a scary, bring-a-gun-to-work way. A guy I work with is on the crapper today and the crazy ******* shuffles into the men's room mumbling, blows his nose very loudly and then clearly says "There ya go Jim." He then blows his nose again and again says, not mumbling at all, but at normal conversing level "There ya go Jim." One other time he came in the crapper and laughed out loud to himself and stated "A calculator is for calculating -- heh heh." One time I was doing my business in the restroom and he came in, paced around, stopped and said "What's goin ooonnnn," and stretched it out Barry White-style, then just walked out. Now he is not talking to whoever is in there, he is just saying things to himself. HE IS WEIRD!

So, who else has a crazy loon in the newsroom that wants to share stories.

Everybody works with someone who's a pain in the ass, someone who's like Dwight K. Schrute and maybe even someone who's kinda crazy, but I doubt anyone's going to top what you just posted. Yikes.

Oh, and I may co-opt "There ya go, Jim" for just about any situation in life.

Go ahead. There ya go Jim.

 

[Flash]

Well, there was the guy I worked with for seven years and refused to shower in the summertime. Even though it was 35C for days on end ... I always thought he was a bit off. Super tense guy. Always figured he'd walk in one day and go postal.

 

[Songbird]

35C?

Oh, that's right ....

 

[Flash]

35C?

Oh, that's right ....

Um ... um ... um ... she said quickly loading up onlineconversion.com ... 95!!!

 

[Dyno]

Well, there was the guy I worked with for seven years and refused to shower in the summertime. Even though it was 35C for days on end ... I always thought he was a bit off. Super tense guy. Always figured he'd walk in one day and go postal.

Did he smell?  Did he use some kind of odor masking agent?

 

[Flash]

Oh no, you could smell this guy from about 15 ft. away. We complained and complained and complained. But he wouldn't change his ways for nothing. Apparently staff there before I arrived would leave soap on his keyboard. And yet nothing.

 

[Dyno]

How did people stand themselves (and everyone else) in the days when people didn't bathe regularly? I mean, colonial times must have stunk. Or back when people bathed 2 or 3 times in THEIR ENTIRE LIVES?? :-X

 

[Songbird]

How did people stand themselves (and everyone else) in the days when people didn't bathe regularly?  I mean, colonial times must have stunk.  Or back when people bathed 2 or 3 times in THEIR ENTIRE LIVES??   :-X

Like this guy?

 

[Smallpotatoes]

Well, there was the guy I worked with for seven years and refused to shower in the summertime. Even though it was 35C for days on end ... I always thought he was a bit off. Super tense guy. Always figured he'd walk in one day and go postal.

Mr. Buzzcut wants him to say hi to somebody named Gene.

 

[Flash]

How did people stand themselves (and everyone else) in the days when people didn't bathe regularly?  I mean, colonial times must have stunk.  Or back when people bathed 2 or 3 times in THEIR ENTIRE LIVES??   :-X

Like this guy?

Ugh, like the Victorian era, when they wore those damned powder wigs because their hair was so dirty? And just kept dumping powder on top of themselves to quell the stench?
Blech ...

 

[spaceman]

There's a dude in my place who leaves a cloud behind when he gets off the elevator.

It hangs there for like 15 minutes afterward.

Nasty.

 

[Flash]

I just threw up in my mouth.

 

[Dyno]

Ugh, like the Victorian era, when they wore those damned powder wigs because their hair was so dirty? And just kept dumping powder on top of themselves to quell the stench?
Blech ...

Exactly. Between the horrifying personal hygiene standards and the lack of sewers, running water, animals and lack of trash removal, I can't understand how people weren't just dropping dead from the stench. Or maybe that helps account for the short life expectancy.

 

[Flash]

And yet historical romances set in those eras are so hot!


DISCLAIMER: I haven't read one since I was 15.

 

[Lugnuts]

At the risk of outing myself....
The truly great thing about television (and there's really only one) is the nutjobs.  I've been blessed.

Once I worked with a photographer who did mainly news.  He was an intense, scary dude and was so burned out from the highway fatalities and the perp walks that at some point he decided to put his own, personal artistic mark on every piece he shot and edited.  It was his way of coping.

And that mark was to work a small gnome into every story.

If it was video of a body bag, you'd see the gnome top right corner of the frame, as if it were watching over the crime scene.  If a politician was being interviewed in his office, the gnome would be placed as a doo-dad on his desk.  Election night?  The gnome was soft-focused sitting on the dais in the background of a reporter's stand-up.

I've got a million more characters, but this guy was one of my favorites for sheer nuttiness.

 

[Dyno]

Jane Austen, blow it out your ass. *shudder at the memory of a term paper on comparing marriages in P&P*

I bet Mr. Darcy stank.