What, am I not that memorable or something?
The pub night on Friday was significantly less dramatic than it could have been, although we learned all too late that the pub we'd chosen was the regular watering hole for some of our colleagues.
Not too far into the night we were all sitting at a long row of tables at the back of the pub. There were about 15 there at this point, 12 women and 3 men. I was sitting with my back to the room facing the wall.
A man walks up behind me and addresses John. I recognize his voice immediately, it's Mr Sales Mgr from our admin office. At first I was confused why he was talking to John (one of the few at the table that we don't work with) until I realize that Mr Sales Mgr does not know that he's walked into a party of his coworkers. He's just wandered over to what he thought was a table of strangers to relay his jealousy for our man to woman ratio.
Mr Sales Mgr: "What do you guys do, draw straws??"
Yes, he said that. Jackass.
To confirm he didn't know who he was talking to, I engage him in conversation. "Holy crap what are you doing here Mr Sales Mgr? Where is Mrs Sales Mgr?" Mrs Sales Mgr is actually the Terminal Manager for our international division. Mr Sales Mgr does not do a good job of masking his confusion over why I know both his name and his wife's name, which amuses me beyond belief. I have met Mr Sales Mgr probably 10+ times, and each time he gives me the whole "nice to meet you" line, to which I inform him we've met several times. Not to mention we exchange emails on a regular basis. Mr Sales Mgr covers looks me up and down one more time and tells me Mrs Sales Mgr is on the patio with the rest of their group.
After a few more minutes of mindless chatter, where I inform Mr Sales Mgr he's talking to most of his Delta terminal, Mr Sales Mgr departs to join his own group. I give him a few minutes and wander out that way with my drink. Mr & Mrs Sales Mgr are with a rather large group of people I do not know, but y'all know me, I'm not shy. I squeeze my way into the group and get next to Mrs Sales Mgr, with Mr Sales Mgr about 5 feet away. Here is how the conversation went (obviously I am paraphrasing, there was unfortunately no transcription services at this particular pub).
Me: Mrs Sales Mgr! How are you doing?? I figured since Mr Sales Mgr crashed our party I could come and crash yours!
Mrs Sales Mgr: Hey, what are you doing here?
Me: Oh a bunch of us from the terminal are all here as a good bye party for one of the girls in the office. Mr Sales Mgr wandered over to talk to us but didn't realize we'd know who he was.
Mrs Sales Mgr: You're kidding me??
Me: Nope! As a matter of fact, I bet if you asked him who I am right now he wouldn't have the first clue.
Mrs Sales Mgr: Mr Sales Mgr! Hey! Mr Sales Mgr!
Mr Sales Mgr: Yeah?
Mrs Sales Mgr: (pointing at me) do you know who this is?
Mr Sales Mgr: She's from our Delta office
Mrs Sales Mgr: Yes, but what's her name?
Mr Sales Mgr: (looking back and forth between me and Mrs Sales Mgr) uhh...I know her name! It's.... BEAUTIFUL!
(laughter, lots of laughter from me and Mrs Sales Mgr)
Mrs Sales Mgr: It's Vicki!
Mr Sales Mgr: Ohhhh!!!!!!! (light bulb above head lights up) Of course! (looking at me) you gave me shit last week.
NOTE: I did. And I do. All the time. But apparently even giving ppl shit doesn't make you memorable
So little do I know but Viking goes to this pub all the time. Viking is a notorious fellow who gets into all the weirdest kinds of drama. Held up at gunpoint, interactions with trannys, police incidents of all sorts, and any sort of general perv-tastic buggery you don't need to hear about your coworkers.
We generally keep our distance from Viking, but what can you do, eh.
My last story was too long, so I'll get to the point.
He slapped my bum.
I told him that was not cool don't do it again.
He did it again immediately.
I grabbed him by the wrist before he could escape and slammed his arm up against his own chest and repeated myself, only with a few more choice cuss words mixed in.
Fuck-tard.
So you see, it is a small world after all. We also ran into two other ex employees that night, one on purpose and one accidentally. Small, small world.
On the upside both the food and the drinks were awesome!! Would go back but I dunno...I prefer a little more annonimity
Not too far into the night we were all sitting at a long row of tables at the back of the pub. There were about 15 there at this point, 12 women and 3 men. I was sitting with my back to the room facing the wall.
A man walks up behind me and addresses John. I recognize his voice immediately, it's Mr Sales Mgr from our admin office. At first I was confused why he was talking to John (one of the few at the table that we don't work with) until I realize that Mr Sales Mgr does not know that he's walked into a party of his coworkers. He's just wandered over to what he thought was a table of strangers to relay his jealousy for our man to woman ratio.
Mr Sales Mgr: "What do you guys do, draw straws??"
Yes, he said that. Jackass.
To confirm he didn't know who he was talking to, I engage him in conversation. "Holy crap what are you doing here Mr Sales Mgr? Where is Mrs Sales Mgr?" Mrs Sales Mgr is actually the Terminal Manager for our international division. Mr Sales Mgr does not do a good job of masking his confusion over why I know both his name and his wife's name, which amuses me beyond belief. I have met Mr Sales Mgr probably 10+ times, and each time he gives me the whole "nice to meet you" line, to which I inform him we've met several times. Not to mention we exchange emails on a regular basis. Mr Sales Mgr covers looks me up and down one more time and tells me Mrs Sales Mgr is on the patio with the rest of their group.
After a few more minutes of mindless chatter, where I inform Mr Sales Mgr he's talking to most of his Delta terminal, Mr Sales Mgr departs to join his own group. I give him a few minutes and wander out that way with my drink. Mr & Mrs Sales Mgr are with a rather large group of people I do not know, but y'all know me, I'm not shy. I squeeze my way into the group and get next to Mrs Sales Mgr, with Mr Sales Mgr about 5 feet away. Here is how the conversation went (obviously I am paraphrasing, there was unfortunately no transcription services at this particular pub).
Me: Mrs Sales Mgr! How are you doing?? I figured since Mr Sales Mgr crashed our party I could come and crash yours!
Mrs Sales Mgr: Hey, what are you doing here?
Me: Oh a bunch of us from the terminal are all here as a good bye party for one of the girls in the office. Mr Sales Mgr wandered over to talk to us but didn't realize we'd know who he was.
Mrs Sales Mgr: You're kidding me??
Me: Nope! As a matter of fact, I bet if you asked him who I am right now he wouldn't have the first clue.
Mrs Sales Mgr: Mr Sales Mgr! Hey! Mr Sales Mgr!
Mr Sales Mgr: Yeah?
Mrs Sales Mgr: (pointing at me) do you know who this is?
Mr Sales Mgr: She's from our Delta office
Mrs Sales Mgr: Yes, but what's her name?
Mr Sales Mgr: (looking back and forth between me and Mrs Sales Mgr) uhh...I know her name! It's.... BEAUTIFUL!
(laughter, lots of laughter from me and Mrs Sales Mgr)
Mrs Sales Mgr: It's Vicki!
Mr Sales Mgr: Ohhhh!!!!!!! (light bulb above head lights up) Of course! (looking at me) you gave me shit last week.
NOTE: I did. And I do. All the time. But apparently even giving ppl shit doesn't make you memorable
So little do I know but Viking goes to this pub all the time. Viking is a notorious fellow who gets into all the weirdest kinds of drama. Held up at gunpoint, interactions with trannys, police incidents of all sorts, and any sort of general perv-tastic buggery you don't need to hear about your coworkers.
We generally keep our distance from Viking, but what can you do, eh.
My last story was too long, so I'll get to the point.
He slapped my bum.
I told him that was not cool don't do it again.
He did it again immediately.
I grabbed him by the wrist before he could escape and slammed his arm up against his own chest and repeated myself, only with a few more choice cuss words mixed in.
Fuck-tard.
So you see, it is a small world after all. We also ran into two other ex employees that night, one on purpose and one accidentally. Small, small world.
On the upside both the food and the drinks were awesome!! Would go back but I dunno...I prefer a little more annonimity