Following the idea of Students Classified, let’s talk about the typical characters you might find in a pseudo-professional environment.
Mr. I-always-have-an-appointment-at-4.30 p.m. This is the first engineer to leave the office when the clock strikes 4.30 p.m. regardless of whether he finished his work or not. He seems to have a very lovely family as the idea of overtime just doesn’t click with him. It’s as if he’s sitting on a coiled spring that launches him upwards when the clock strikes 4.30 p.m. If you ever train under him, he’ll probably throw all the work at you since he’s always too eager to leave the office, and when you tell him to check your work, he’ll probably throw your work to someone else since he just can’t waste office time on you.And when someone asks him, “Why are you leaving early?” (since in engineering, 4.30 p.m. is a bit too early), the answer is always the same, “I have an appointment.”
*ummmm….with who exactly?*
Mr. Self-proclaimed-Hard-Worker. This is the person who sits from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. with his back straight and a look of utter concentration on his face. When you call him to ask for help, he’s always busy, and when you want to meet the manager, he slips in before you to sit and talk nonsense with him. It’s so obvious he’s after a promotion or something, and when you tiptoe silently behind him to understand the concentration glare, and try to look at what he’s actually working on, you realize that no, he’s not trying to solve the Middle East problem, but rather, he’s playing solitaire.
Mr. Please-Take-An-Appointment-With-Me. This person spends half the day blabbering nonsense about how much work he’s got but if anybody comes and interrupts his “important” conversations, you need to take an appointment since he’s so busy.
Ms. I-will-punch-you-in-the-face-if-you-mess-with-me. Engineering’s got a lot of these tough women who seem to know more about football than makeup, cars than shoes, and needless to say, they seem to represent the inverse of the saying that, “If you’re a female in engineering, then the odds are good but the goods are odd.”
Ms. Ya Lali. This is the overfeminine engineer who wishes there was a career advisor in high school to warn her about this major before she got stuck with the university degree and career.
The Gang. These seem to be best friends since their nappy years. They probably went through the school system together, graduated together, maybe even married on the same day, and now – guess what – they work together in the same department. They’re never serious about work since they’re always throwing work/blame on each other. They also cover up for each other, too. In front of the boss, this is what they say;
A: “He did it.”
B: “No, he did it.”
Then after work, you see them giggling together. “Thanks, man. That was a close one. You owe me, or is it me who owes you this time?”
Mr. Clicking Bomb. You see them clicking ferociously, uttering expletives at the screen as though the swearwords will make the computer work faster.
Mr. I-Anticipate-A-Crusade. This person doesn’t answer you when you ask. He doesn’t look at you when you ask. He’s always afraid of you bigtime. His blood seems to freeze anticipating a holy war or crusade just because your religion is different, you’re fully in black and you do look scary. You find yourself wondering if he’ll jump off his seat and cower under his desk if you use the word, “Osama,” around him.
Mr. Organizer. This person is always organizing; he’s organizing his desk, folders, email folders, plants on his desk. Then when he’s done, he’s combing his hair with his fingers, what on Earth is he preparing himself for? No idea.
The Radar. This is normally the secretary, who keeps a close watch at the door, and sees the time you walk in and out, then sends a report to your supervisor about your lack-of-discipline-at-the-very-beginning-of-your-career
And then when you ask your supervisor a simple engineering question and he answers with, “You see, in this department we get it as input,” you find yourself wondering, “If I’m going to be like you at the end of my career and stop asking questions, then I think this ‘so-called’ career needs to end ASAP.”
Ms. Ignore/UnderCover-Reporter. That’s me, la da3i lilta3reef, just watching and recording everybody as I watch my personal countdown towards the end of my career.