The person I replaced in one of my jobs skipped town. I found out when the bank started calling. Since it was the same bank I used, I broke HR protocol and told the bank she no longer worked here, I didn't know where this person was, and delete this number from their records since it was now my work number. I had good credit and I didn't want mine impacted negatively. Fortunately, the bank did. But it was bizarre?
I'll tell you what being new was the last time. For that, I will first talk about the last time I was new.
It was me about 7 years back going down to the canal in this city to jam with players on the lawn. It was a bunch of young gen z folk in a drum circle. I appropriately brought a lap slide guitar, known as a Dobro. Like what Uncle Josh graves played with Earle Scruggs. I was coming down a hill to join them cautious because of a leg injury. I ended up sliding in on my arse. The organizer were kind enough. And I had fun being the only dobro guy with a bunch of drummers. At session's end, Organizer said, "When you first showed up, I thought you were a Real Kentucky Coal miner." I think that was an oblique compliment. I said, "Well, I was a data miner in libraries for 30 years". Now, that's how being the new one has always been for me at jobs. Today, this very day, I saw another example of what I've felt being the new one. I was out under the trees watching the apartment community's golf carts wasping about. A cart pulled up to a storage garage, driven by a confident young staff. The 2nd? A new guy, perhaps in his 40s. I wasn't sure if he could speak English. I would guess, seriously, he could have arrived recently from the Middle East. And like me, a Dobro playing Kentucky Coal Miner, he looked like he could have been from a village. Or, like me, he was just haphazard about trimming his beard to local standards, yet was used to working at a University. His beard would be just fine for his local Mosque community. Here, today, in Indiana he looked, perhaps, not so secure. The young supervising guy pulled some dishwasher racks outta that storage a without a glance of communication walked away, across the street to Service Headquarters about a block away. The bearded guy looked around him, walked in a bewildered circle, and his forlorn expression seemed to say, "What? Where?" So, when I read about your emotional lady who has to replace everyone's favorite K, I'm having an over-emotional reaction. Especially with the scene of the K photo shrine in the Break Room. The reason I subjected you to all this? I am so moved by your compassion, And now I want to ask if you'll come and speak to my Prosperity Gospel Businessmen and Business Women's Prayer luncheon. Theme is Welcome Ye Kindly the Stranger to Your Business With Introductory Promo Packages Including Value Coupons. Can I go ahead and book you?
Only if I can wasp around. I’ve never thought of golf carts wasping around, but that’s exactly what they do. Perfect.
Recently, I’ve had to hear about the perfect employee who left. Her presence is everywhere and people always talk about her. Sometimes she pops by unexpectedly and everyone cheers. It’s exactly like John Travolta returning to Welcome Back Kotter after he left. It is, in the end, all a sitcom after its peak.
No longer being the new person is such a relief. It’s like getting an all clear from your doctor.
But I think it’s so much better to be the missed employee. In the end, I think I make a better guest star than a regular cast member.
Well, this brought back memories. I temporarily worked retail for a women’s clothing store as it was being closed out in that location. Other than having to replace a beloved employee who was no longer there, I can relate to these. Our assistance phrase for difficult customers wasn’t nearly as creative. I would have loved for us to call out about a coke delivery with that clientele! Very well done!!!
I like the idea of Berle sticking stuff into Translate and memorising the output. Commitment to the bit!
I like the part where google gets taken out for their translation. 😂
Eels indeed are our masters!
The future of humanity indeed lies in the ocean.
Now I am learning the new job (for me) of existing at age 70.
I have learned a few "new" things.
Ignorance is curable,
Ignorance is infinite,
Stupidity is terminal.
And,
Most of the stuff I learned along the way is wrong.
The person I replaced in one of my jobs skipped town. I found out when the bank started calling. Since it was the same bank I used, I broke HR protocol and told the bank she no longer worked here, I didn't know where this person was, and delete this number from their records since it was now my work number. I had good credit and I didn't want mine impacted negatively. Fortunately, the bank did. But it was bizarre?
Nothing more fun than debt collectors calling staff at work.
I'll tell you what being new was the last time. For that, I will first talk about the last time I was new.
It was me about 7 years back going down to the canal in this city to jam with players on the lawn. It was a bunch of young gen z folk in a drum circle. I appropriately brought a lap slide guitar, known as a Dobro. Like what Uncle Josh graves played with Earle Scruggs. I was coming down a hill to join them cautious because of a leg injury. I ended up sliding in on my arse. The organizer were kind enough. And I had fun being the only dobro guy with a bunch of drummers. At session's end, Organizer said, "When you first showed up, I thought you were a Real Kentucky Coal miner." I think that was an oblique compliment. I said, "Well, I was a data miner in libraries for 30 years". Now, that's how being the new one has always been for me at jobs. Today, this very day, I saw another example of what I've felt being the new one. I was out under the trees watching the apartment community's golf carts wasping about. A cart pulled up to a storage garage, driven by a confident young staff. The 2nd? A new guy, perhaps in his 40s. I wasn't sure if he could speak English. I would guess, seriously, he could have arrived recently from the Middle East. And like me, a Dobro playing Kentucky Coal Miner, he looked like he could have been from a village. Or, like me, he was just haphazard about trimming his beard to local standards, yet was used to working at a University. His beard would be just fine for his local Mosque community. Here, today, in Indiana he looked, perhaps, not so secure. The young supervising guy pulled some dishwasher racks outta that storage a without a glance of communication walked away, across the street to Service Headquarters about a block away. The bearded guy looked around him, walked in a bewildered circle, and his forlorn expression seemed to say, "What? Where?" So, when I read about your emotional lady who has to replace everyone's favorite K, I'm having an over-emotional reaction. Especially with the scene of the K photo shrine in the Break Room. The reason I subjected you to all this? I am so moved by your compassion, And now I want to ask if you'll come and speak to my Prosperity Gospel Businessmen and Business Women's Prayer luncheon. Theme is Welcome Ye Kindly the Stranger to Your Business With Introductory Promo Packages Including Value Coupons. Can I go ahead and book you?
Only if I can wasp around. I’ve never thought of golf carts wasping around, but that’s exactly what they do. Perfect.
Recently, I’ve had to hear about the perfect employee who left. Her presence is everywhere and people always talk about her. Sometimes she pops by unexpectedly and everyone cheers. It’s exactly like John Travolta returning to Welcome Back Kotter after he left. It is, in the end, all a sitcom after its peak.
No longer being the new person is such a relief. It’s like getting an all clear from your doctor.
But I think it’s so much better to be the missed employee. In the end, I think I make a better guest star than a regular cast member.
Well, this brought back memories. I temporarily worked retail for a women’s clothing store as it was being closed out in that location. Other than having to replace a beloved employee who was no longer there, I can relate to these. Our assistance phrase for difficult customers wasn’t nearly as creative. I would have loved for us to call out about a coke delivery with that clientele! Very well done!!!
The first rule is cover your ass.
The second rule is no good deed goes unpunished.
The trigger phrase is "when's the last express pick up?"
I'm pretty sure I know who Shelby is.
Not you.
You gotta watch out for those eels!
That’s one of my favorite comments.
I’d rather be talking than working anyway.