Companies I have worked for and a strange man
I have a career track record of working for companies that everyone has heard of, which I think is neat, in a kind of mildly-successful-but-unambitious-wage-slave kind of way.
The good thing is that I’ve never been at a party where people squint at me when I tell them what I do and I have to elaborate: “JB Smithsons? You know the plastic bit on thumbtacks which aren’t really thumbtacks? More finger-and-thumbtacks with the hourglass shapes on the end instead of the metal stud? Well we make those. - No, not the whole thumbtack, just the plastic bit. - Well, the yellow ones, anyway. - Yes, they are easier to pull out than the old ones, that’s our USP. I like to say I’m the ‘tacks man’. But seriously….”
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This morning on the way into the office a guy held a door open for me as I walked in behind him. I thanked him and he replied, “My pleasure.”
What, for holding a door open? If that’s constitutes a pleasure, what’s the rest of your day going to be like? There must be an adjective to describe something that “doesn’t make sense and is insincere” but I can’t think of one.