Showing posts with label yeah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yeah. Show all posts
Monday, 12 May 2014
Yeah...okay...whatever....
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah….
The most dull, colourless and boring man on
the planet, bar none, I kid you not - he makes white chalk look exciting - turns
up to the office in Cairns every couple of weeks to do – well, I’m not sure
what he does. No one does. He flies up from Sydney and then sits at a spare
desk and then does nothing for a day before flying back the next day. It’s a
hell of lurk. When he does speak, the
only words that come out are ‘yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah’ said very fast and
seemingly for no reason at all. I like
to respond to the rare, random things he says to me with ‘yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah’ back. I figure that’s his dialect. That, or he’s just pig ignorant. He
just looks at me, blinks and then looks away. I have developed this theory that
he doesn’t belong to this company at all and he just wanders his dull, boring
self in to random workplaces and dulls them by his presence before leaving,
with people watching him go saying, “Who was that dull man?” Answer? “Who cares
as long as he’s gone.” Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah.
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