Sinmara
Not Your Therapist
- Joined
- Nov 9, 2009
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- Enneagram
- 6w5
- Instinctual Variant
- sp/sx
My ISTJ manager made a joke the other day. It was such a rare event that I feel like I should record it.
We were breaking down some shelving fixtures. (As an aside, he hadn't had me break down/build fixtures with him before and was very impressed with my efficiency. I think he got a little excited -- he took me aside taught me how build some unrelated stuff, just cuz. It was cute.) The side bits are a 2 x 6 frame that hold the shelves. My coworker picked one up to put it away and for a moment, he was outlined by the frame.
My manager cracked a smile. "Heh heh, hey...do you feel like you've been framed?"
Coworker laughed but I don't think he got it. He walked off to put the side bits away.
I looked at my manager and blinked. "You made a joke," I remarked.
He nodded with a satisfied look. "I do that sometimes."
"But I thought you were a robot."
"Hey, I've got some feelings!"
"Shall we teach you how to love?" I sort of did the Mister Roboto dance.
"Does not compute," he said dryly.
I was grinning at this point. "So, the joke -- did it hurt?"
He stopped what he was doing, straightened his stance and stared off into space as he gave it a moment of genuine thought.
"A little," he said.
We were breaking down some shelving fixtures. (As an aside, he hadn't had me break down/build fixtures with him before and was very impressed with my efficiency. I think he got a little excited -- he took me aside taught me how build some unrelated stuff, just cuz. It was cute.) The side bits are a 2 x 6 frame that hold the shelves. My coworker picked one up to put it away and for a moment, he was outlined by the frame.
My manager cracked a smile. "Heh heh, hey...do you feel like you've been framed?"
Coworker laughed but I don't think he got it. He walked off to put the side bits away.
I looked at my manager and blinked. "You made a joke," I remarked.
He nodded with a satisfied look. "I do that sometimes."
"But I thought you were a robot."
"Hey, I've got some feelings!"
"Shall we teach you how to love?" I sort of did the Mister Roboto dance.
"Does not compute," he said dryly.
I was grinning at this point. "So, the joke -- did it hurt?"
He stopped what he was doing, straightened his stance and stared off into space as he gave it a moment of genuine thought.
"A little," he said.
that's kind of sweet.
