September 28, 2011

Interchangeable

I've been working at my current job for six years. Everyone knows me.

My gf has been working at her current job (same group) for eight years. Everyone knows her.

She is three inches taller than me, 15 pounds thinner, has long brown hair, has a lean face, and big brown doe eyes.

I am shorter, heavier, shorter brown hair, blue eyes and I have a round face and am bigger chested. (I just am. It's a fact.)

We don't have the same job. We sit next to each other, but I work maintenance on a part that blows fire out of something that flies very fast and she does reliability work on something that rotates from the top and men dressed like GI Joe drive. We both have tough programs. I prefer mine.

I was in the breakroom the other day heating up my lunch when my boss's boss walked in. I said hello and he did the same. At the sink he said, "Heard from Maria lately?"

Maria is someone my gf contracts with while working on what I will call, "Program GI Joe".

I stood there for a second realizing that once again, after six years, sitting down the aisle from me in his big office, he has confused us. After all this time, she and I have become a single entity in his mind. We are referred to as 'The Girls"

Whenever my old boss used to tell me this I'd say something nasty wondering if everyone else then was called "the boys". It really irritates us both.

I punched the keys to the microwave, took a deep breath and said, "No. I don't work Program GI Joe. That's a nasty program to work. I stay as far away from it as possible. I work the 'Fire Breathing Program'".

He said, "Oh yeah, that's right..."

Nice.

I got back to my cube on low boil. I said to my gf and my Tech Lead, "you won't frickin' believe what happened... AGAIN."

Finally as I passed my TL's cube, I popped my head in and said testily, "So, tell me, if I gain 100 lbs, will we still be confused? Will we still be 'the girls' or will I suddenly become 'the fat one'?"

He nearly spewed his drink.

I have to tell you... after 25 years of dealing with this crap, I'm just about sick of it.

And my gf and I aren't letting it die. It's mostly between us, although my TL knows the jokes. He overhears. Today some blonde walked by my desk and my gf said to my TL, "Oh, was that Bou?" as in, "All girls... surely we can all be confused. We're interchangeable..."

Irritates the crap out of me...

Posted by Boudicca at September 28, 2011 08:13 PM
Comments

Next time he does it... stare at him for a minute and then ask him if Alzheimer's is contagious. I bet that will make him think twice. heh.

Posted by: Teresa at September 28, 2011 09:06 PM

Oh. I might have to do that... I have to think... I'm definitely saying something next time. I might just say, 'Wrong woman. You want Tanya." And walk away.

Posted by: Bou at September 28, 2011 10:04 PM

I was gonna say ask him if he confuses his wife and mistress like that, but I like Teresa's better.
Maybe you could combine the two...

Posted by: K-nine at September 29, 2011 07:35 AM