Guy at work
April 6, 2006
There’s a janitor at work who has a slight mental deficiency (I’m assuming). Either that or he has below-average social skills. He’s a nice guy, and I have nothing against janitors or mentally retarded people. But this guy is different. He talks a lot. And when he starts talking to you, he doesn’t stop. At first, he saw a box of granola bars in my trash, and he said something about how he liked them too. I thought, “Hey cool, he’s a nice janitor.” But then he came back the next day and told me vivid details about cleaning out a microwave. I figured, “Uh oh, I talked to this guy once, and now he’s my best friend.” But then I noticed he did the same thing to every other person he saw: He talked to them forever about random things, though usually about his job. Today, he caught me as I was walking by, and he talked to me about how he cleaned out an air conditioner vent, and how it was good for the air flow, and how the guy in the office didn’t even ask him to do it. It’s weird. It’s almost like he pretends that people ask him questions. Like, “Hey buddy, whatchya been up to lately?” And then he answers. The reason I say he’s probably mentally retarded is because he doesn’t quite understand that I work in a serious place of business. Sure, I have a lot of down time during the day, but people actually do work. So by talking on endlessly about the little details of his cleaning job, he’s sort of wasting people’s time. And I can take some of that. But it’s when he goes on endlessly that I’m reminded of certain things I actually have to be doing. This guy doesn’t notice when the person he’s talking to is trying to get back to work. He doesn’t realize that he’s holding them up. But oh well, he’s a nice guy. He has good intentions.