At work today, I ventured into the staff lunch room. And then wished I hadn’t. I remembered why I’d been staying away from the place. Every day at lunch time, a certain subculture of the staff at my work huddle together to try and work out the daily general knowledge quiz in the Herald-Sun newspaper. There’s 10 questions. On average, with the power of their 6 minds put together, they get around 0 right. Their record is 3 right answers. It’s painful to watch. I can hear their brains clicking.
Ms Superiority at my work (see yesterday’s entry) got a new desk today. It’s a very big desk. It looks like it’s off the Starship Enterprise, and whenever I sit at her desk to talk with her, I get this unnverving feeling. I think it’s got something to do with the way the desk is positioned, and the type of desk it is – it makes me feel like I’m being interviewed on a tonight live show. Maybe that’s why I always seem to make incredibly crap jokes while I’m at her desk.
You know how sometimes you jump into conversations, then the other people say something incredibly bizarre, and you wonder what the hell they could have been talking about to say something like that. Today on the train I thought I heard two women arguing about what colour they were going to dye their pubes, but maybe I mis heard them.
My classic “whatthefuck?” moment of eavesdropping in on a conversation happened last year on a bus. (There’s no end of lunatics on public transport buses, I find). I had just gotten down in my seat, and one of the guys behind me says, “Well, I don’t think you’re truly a pervert until you pierce your scrotum with a soldering iron and it just feels soooooo good.”