Overheard
So they're doing some sort of construction or maintenance or something on the building in which I work. I'm not really sure, but I do know that it involves scaffolding and twenty-something male workers who appear to be latino.
So, sure, construction is annoying. I don't mind it so much, except for having to keep the windows shut with the blinds drawn. I mean, sure, I could have the blinds open, but there was only so many obscene gestures I could deal with from the mexican worker bees (yeah, it's an assumption. But I bet you Rene's whiteness that I'm right.)
What I've found interesting about the construction workers, other than them nimbly climbing up and down said scaffolding, is overhearing their conversations. Most of them consist of the standard coworker banter. You know the "Fuck you, Julio! You dropped the paint, man!" and the ever popular "Fuck you, motherfucker!" (If I had a dollar every time I said that at work! No, wait...if I had a dollar every time I thought that at work...) Yesterday they spent an hour discussing where to go for lunch - they decided on El Farolito (Dan would be so proud.)
Today, however, things took a spicy little turn. All morning Julio and Eduardo discussed how (and where and when and with what pressure etc) Julio fucked his girlfriend with a vibrator last night. Yeah. Seriously. All morning. There was a lot to discuss.
The building management said the project would only take, like, a week. That was, like, a month ago. Well, fuck me motherfucker, I guess.
So, sure, construction is annoying. I don't mind it so much, except for having to keep the windows shut with the blinds drawn. I mean, sure, I could have the blinds open, but there was only so many obscene gestures I could deal with from the mexican worker bees (yeah, it's an assumption. But I bet you Rene's whiteness that I'm right.)
What I've found interesting about the construction workers, other than them nimbly climbing up and down said scaffolding, is overhearing their conversations. Most of them consist of the standard coworker banter. You know the "Fuck you, Julio! You dropped the paint, man!" and the ever popular "Fuck you, motherfucker!" (If I had a dollar every time I said that at work! No, wait...if I had a dollar every time I thought that at work...) Yesterday they spent an hour discussing where to go for lunch - they decided on El Farolito (Dan would be so proud.)
Today, however, things took a spicy little turn. All morning Julio and Eduardo discussed how (and where and when and with what pressure etc) Julio fucked his girlfriend with a vibrator last night. Yeah. Seriously. All morning. There was a lot to discuss.
The building management said the project would only take, like, a week. That was, like, a month ago. Well, fuck me motherfucker, I guess.
posted by La Doña at 3:14 PM
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Building people said they are supposed to be painting the building. I don't know if I believe that. What I do believe however, is Julio can't stay hard long enough to fuck his girlfriend himself.
I think some are Filipino too.
I made up the names. Julio and Eduardo just sound so much better than Dude 1 and Dude 2.
On another note, the Filipinos don't seem to be on the 4th floor. Or, at least, they don't sit outside my window making obscene gestures.
There are many vibratorial nuances to examine. Battery size, motor speed, vibration patterns, etc. - these are all complex, physics related items. So I can see why it took hours....
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