Yesterday I was working at a customer’s site, it had been a long day and I was tired and a little out of sorts. I spent 3 times longer on a task than I should have. This was almost completely due to the incompetence of another person, someone that was suppose to monitor and approve my work. I ended up wasting many hours because of there inability to perform their job. This seems to happen a lot in my line of work.
One of the few downsides to my job is that I’m always waiting on someone else’ approval and quite often the one giving the approval isn’t as knowledgeable in their field as I would expect. If a guy is going to have a title such as Network Administrator, you would think they would know something about networking. That’s not always the case.
I take great pride in knowing that I’m not just good at my job but I’m generally very knowledgeable in my field. It makes my life easier to know that if some problem pops up out of left field, I’m suited to handle it. It seems that people are not so keen on being good at what they do, they just want to be good enough. Being just good enough isn’t good enough.
Now that I’ve got that off my chest, I was sitting in my vehicle in the parking lot after the job and working on my paperwork when my boss called to check on another job across town. I was talking to him and organizing my papers when a car pulled up. I wasn’t really concentrating on the car, the papers or my conversation with my boss. I was just sort of trying to halfheartedly multitask. It was later in the day and I usually wear sunglasses when I’m driving but the sun was going down and I was parked, so I didn’t have them on. This matters later.
Four people got out of the car, 2 guys and 2 really hot women. Because my attention was divided between tasks, I guess I wasn’t paying attention to what I was looking at. I was chatting away with my boss about another job and I was paying pretty close attention to the two pretty women. Maybe too much attention.
Well, they walked out of my view and went to a store close by. That was it, I assumed they would be shopping for a while. They weren’t. They came back across my field of view in short order. The first one back was the prettiest of the two ladies. She was dressed in a revealing outfit. Very tight shorts, revealing, and not much of a top in terms of concealment. I guess I was looking a little too close because her boyfriend had stopped just inside my peripheral vision and he was looking at me pretty hard. After a few minutes of him watching me watching her he moved to directly in front of my vehicle and stopped. Then I started paying attention to him. He was staring directly at me and he looked mad.
I then realized that I didn’t have my sunglasses on and he could see where I was looking. Now, my first thought is, don’t get mad if your girlfriend dresses in revealing clothes and guys look at her. She’s obviously doing it for the attention. I’ve seen hand towels with more fabric than this woman was wearing and this guy’s pissed at me? That was my first thought. Then I realized that I may have been looking too hard. Either way, what’s done is done.
This guy looked like he wasn’t going to let it go. He was still standing there just trying to stare me down. Its been a few years since I was in a fight but I’ve won more than I’ve lost. This guy was about my size and he looked soft in all the right areas so I figured if he makes a move, I like my chances. What I didn’t like was he had a friend with him and who knows if the girls would get involved.?
The whole thing felt like high school. Very immature for sure. So, this guy is still standing there. I assume I know where this is going so I start paying attention to my surroundings. The hotter of the two hot ladies was already back to their car. The other hot girl was close behind her friend. The other guy was just passing Mr. Toughguy and he was headed to the car. He seemed aware of what his friend was doing but he didn’t show any interest in getting involved. At least that’s how it looked from my perspective.
Mr. Toughguy was still trying to stare me down and now he was starting to flex and roll his shoulders. I guess he was trying to intimidate me but I already knew what I was going to do and it wasn’t going to take long. Unless this guy was some kind of MMA star, he was about 3 mins from being unconscious. I figured whatever I did I would have to do it fast just in case any of his friends wanted to help.
So, toughguy’s not moving. I pushed my laptop over into the passenger seat and unbuckled my seatbelt. I left the engine running, just in case. I reached over and popped the door open and was just about to get out when something happened.
Mr. Toughguy lifted his arms and through his very loose NBA jersey I saw his sports bra. He had boobs! Mr. Toughguy is a Ms. Toughguy. He was a she. This took the wind out of my sails for a min. I had to reassess the situation. Two guys and two girls didn’t get out of the car. Four girls got out! These were a bunch of lesbians. I can usually spot this kind of thing but these girls were really playing the part.
Needless to say, once I realized what was going on I busted out laughing. She saw right away what I was laughing at and she lost her momentum too. She looked a little disappointed that I didn’t get out to fight after that. She got in her car and left. Later that night I thought about the absurdity of the whole thing and couldn’t stop laughing. It was pretty ridiculous.