Currently hiding in another part of the platform I work on to get away from the incredibly dull 64 year old bloke I have to share a workshop/office with. He has this ability to somehow just keep rambling on and on incessantly about any subject you care to give him, whether intentionally or not.
Being a Geordie, I made a joke at his expense yesterday about the punishment for not liking stotties in Newcastle is to be beaten to death with a can of pease pudding in a Sunderland football sock, and he’s been going on and on about pease pudding incessantly ever since.
If you mention something, or he does, it sets off what I refer to as ‘The Mindspool’, and it doesn’t matter what it is or how tenuous the link, he just vomits forth whatever loose-brained nonsense he has in his head about a subject, or whatever he can link to it, no matter how obscure. For instance, he mentioned the other day he was going to Skelmersdale on a course on his next leave, and then proceeded to tell me, in excruciating detail, the entire plot to a TV series he saw because one of the characters mentioned that his parents were from Skelmersdale. I feel like I’ve somehow watched it now, when I in fact, haven’t.
His name’s Jim, he normally goes home today, a day I refer to as “Jimdependence day”, but as we have clawback in our contracts, he’s having to stay on another week, which means the ordeal doesn’t end and I don’t get the sanctity of the inside of my own head back until Monday now, when I go home. Dunno how I’m not going to Roshambo him and then run off between now and then.
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