Rudy's Lab

[ Wednesday, April 03, 2002 ]

There's a guy here at work who drives me crazy! Was this guy raised by a troop of parapelligic mimes?

He'll shuffle his way over to my desk with some kind of query. I'll answer his questions as best I can, but once he's gotten what he needs out of me, he'll just starting yakking on and on about what he's going to do next.

Now that's not the part I hate. The part I hate is that he'll start talking while I'm still speaking. I'll be in the middle of a sentence and then he'll start to speak over me. Which means I have to stop speaking or try to speak at the same time as him.

Mama Wells always taught me to not speak when others are speaking, not to interupt. So my natural reaction is to stop speaking, but it pisses me off! When this guy cuts me off like this, it tells me that he's not really listening to me.

Sometimes it sticks in my craw... Sometimes I'll just keep going, speaking over him as he's trying to speak over me. But he doesn't give in! He'll just keep going as if I'm not saying anything. So eventually, I have to give in, mainly because I can't even hear myself speaking over his brain-barfing.

So I've just come to realize that this guy is in love with his own voice. He loves to hear himself talk about how he's so brilliant and so ingenious and the questions he puts to me are really just excuses to hear himself expound upon his own cleverness.

My only question is... what do I do about it? Maybe I could get a roll of sticky tape, rig it to a bionic arm, put a big red button on my desk, and have the thing sweep around and tape his mouth shut.

Yeah... that'd be a useful application of scientific knowledge and it would lower noise pollution. Really... I'm only thinking of the benefits to mankind.

Really... I am.
Dr. Rudy [7:50 AM]