January 16, 2008

A Sandwich By Any Other Name Is Still... A Sandwich

There are days that I sit at work and think, “Is this for real?”

I got in yesterday to a harried crew and a quick email from my Tech Lead to sit on a telecon for him while he was needed on another. Its one I sat in on for two years and only recently cut the cord on. I was fine with sitting in, but got the note late and so didn’t get on until 15 minutes after it started.

I found myself suddenly thrust upon an extraordinarily heated discussion, seriously pissed off people, the sound of military men on radios and jets taking off in the background.

Usually it’s a sedate little group in an office.

I quickly emailed my TL and said, “Did I get the right place? This is INSANE.”

TL: yes.

Me: Are you sure, because I’m hearing jets. We never get jets. I think I have the wrong call… I need to hang up…

TL: NO! You’re on the right call. We have some folks from ABC AFB on this time. STAY ON THE CALL!

Note the yelling people didn't phase me... it was the new background noise. I'm used to the angry people... and fine with it... as long as I'm not involved.

Today’s conversation… good grief. One of the guys is going on a business trip to Greece… and not taking his wife. I gave him some garbage, “Not taking your wife?”

To which he said, “Hell no… I'm going ALONE! Joe never takes his to Italy!” to which Joe jumped in and said, ‘No way, I vacation alone in Italy. Would you take a sandwich to a buffet?”

Me: Wait.

Joe: Well?

Me: I think you just called me a sandwich. I’m a wife. I’m a sandwich.

Joe: You get what I mean.

Me: We’re sandwiches. I hope to God I’m not a plain old bologna sandwich. I hope I’m at least prime rib.

Joe: A sandwich is a sandwich, Bou. You’re missing it…

Me: I’m a sandwich.

And for the rest of the day, when anyone needed technical advice in my area of expertise I’d hear someone in the room say, “Well, you need to ask the sandwich.”

That may be my new nickname…

… and as a bonus, as I was leaving Joe said, “OK, I think you’re a pastrami on rye.”

I hope to God that was a compliment…


Posted by Boudicca at January 16, 2008 09:43 PM | TrackBack
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OK, this is funny to me because...remember that song by John Mayer "Your Body is a Wonderland"? I got sick of it in its heyday and as is my M.O. i started making up my own words...this one i particularly enjoyed singing to The Queen...

"Your body is wonderbread..."

of course, i totally dig wonderbread, so its all good.

And if taking The Queen to Italy is like taking a sandwich to a buffet, i hope nobody minds when i throw the olive oil on her.

Posted by: Jay- the friendly neighborhood piper at January 16, 2008 09:59 PM

Damn... I have a feeling I'm fried baloney. *sigh*

ROFLMAO!!!

Posted by: Teresa at January 16, 2008 11:53 PM

LOL!!!

Posted by: vw bug at January 17, 2008 06:46 AM

keep this in mind, being a sandwich ain't bad. EVERYONE likes them. A buffet on the other hand, ick, lots of germs, lots of different folks poking into things leaving a mess. Buffet=sneezeguard. Ewww...

sandwich=delicious in my book.

Posted by: awtm at January 17, 2008 08:19 AM

And by "taking a sandwich to a buffet" does that mean they intend to sample all the other "meats" while out of the country? Cause if so, this sammich is taggin along. And I make a damn good sammich if I do say so myself.

*wink*

Posted by: oddybobo at January 17, 2008 10:09 AM

Jay- LOL!

VW and Teresa- I am almost as astounded at the conversations I have at work as I am with the ones i have with Bones. Good grief.

AWTM- OH! There you go! I WANT to be the sandwich!

Oddy- Exactly. I think they are sampling with their eyes... but I don't want to know. I would have to be the tagalong sandwich!!

Posted by: Bou at January 17, 2008 12:28 PM

Oh ... that reminds me of a friend of mine whose husband has to travel periodically. I remember one time she was home with the kids, who had the flu, and he was in Spain. As I recall he called from a topless beach in Majorca to check in with his wife. She was not amused. If I were her, I'd be a club sandwich with a pickle spear.

Posted by: Peggy U at January 17, 2008 12:46 PM

If you're a sandwich, you're definitely a gourmet sandwich.

Posted by: Denny at January 18, 2008 02:04 PM

OH! I hope I'm not too late!

The next time it comes up, tell them you're a peanut butter sandwich, hold up your fist, and say, "Because I'm gonna stick this to the roof of your mouth!"

Heh.

::is proud of self::

Posted by: Roses at January 21, 2008 10:40 PM