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May 12, 2021 - 9:50 PM
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dragon53
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I once applied for a newspaper job and was introduced to a female editor who was rude and obnoxious to me. I found out later she was rude and obnoxious to the other guy who also interviewed for the job. I got the job, and on my first day, I walked into the newspaper and, ironically, she was the first person I met. Having met her before, I said hello to her and started to talk to her, when she glared at me and walked off, refusing to talk to me. Later, I tried again to talk to her, and she told me to take a hike. I found out later she intensely hated the editor who hired me, so she took it out on me.
I found out she and her groupies were going around the company telling people, including the two publishers, I was rude and refused to talk to them. Later, I was at a newspaper convention, when a guy comes up to me and starts talking. He turned out to be one of my predecessors and told me they accused him of not talking to people, too---they were pulling the same scam against me. He said about them, "They're the meanest goddam people I ever met! I hate those goddam people!"
If the editor saw me alone, she would look around to make sure there were no witnesses, then she would try to ram me in hallway or stalk me in the newspaper library. She once sat in front of me and started to cough and wheeze like she was allergic to me. I went to another table. The next day, one of the librarians told me she saw the incident (she was working late and was short so couldn't be seen behind her screen) and wondered what the editor was doing. I told the librarian the editor had been treating me like that since I interviewed for the job.
A year later, the editor saw me sitting in the library again. She again barged in and with her jacket sleeve, she wiped the entire conference table clean of my germs. Now that she had sterilized the table, she then loudly sat down in front of me again. I again got up and went to another table. The editor then realized a librarian (a different one) was sitting a few feet away literally with his mouth open and saw the entire incident. Now knowing there was a witness, the editor never stalked me again.
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Have any of the Brits around here ever encountered a jark at wark?
Yep. They are called managers!
Shit attempt at lingo, onya.
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Have any of the Brits around here ever encountered a jark at wark?
Yep. They are called managers!
Shit attempt at lingo, onya.
It was good enough for Cole Porter. (I realize that your credentials are nearly as impressive as Cole Porter's!)
Cole who? It sounds like someone who makes the fire in posh people's mansions.
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When I saw the title of this thread I was thinking of something else.
Must be me....
Yeah, where did i put that Rustler magazine ?
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Brush up your Porter!!
Ah, a janitor
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During slow periods at work he'll sit in a chair and stare at me for hours at a time. It never occurs to him to turn his chair and look in another direction. No, he stares directly at me. It's really creepy.
Yeesh. Have you tried staring back? That's worked for me sometimes.
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