My Enginerd (and His Rubbers)

 

Since I know you’ve been wondering and were only too polite to ask, Husband’s new job is turning out to be a great fit.  There was a brief hiccup over the horror of “casual Fridays”

 

shirtless man with small portable radio dances past office cubicles staffed by appropriatedly dressed office workers, who are stunned.

“Casual” is tougher to dial in when you’re an engineer.

 

But other than that?  It’s all good.  His boss loves him, his boss’s boss loves him, and everyone on his team is great.  He’s already been put in charge of a design… which means I’m hearing about a design.

 

 

HIM:  (talking about work)
ME:  Don’t mind me, I’ve just got to… (points)
HIM:  (to my back)  Yep, that’s fine.  I’ll pretend you’re not peeing while I talk about the amazing things I did and you pretend that the fact that you can hear me through the door doesn’t mean I can hear you pee.
ME:  (thinking)  Well now I won’t be able to think about anything else!
HIM:  Blah blah blah flap seal blah blah…
ME:  (washing hands)  Wait, hold up.  (opens door)  Did you just describe the rubber as “sexy?
HIM:  It’s fuel-resistant!  Plus, I’m pairing it with a Kevlar mesh.
ME:  …
HIM:  Yeah.  Kevlar.  How cool is that?
ME:  … there are no words.

 

Aw, bless.  I shouldn’t judge.  We should all be so lucky, right?

 

In fact, I hope you manage to find something sexy at work too. 

office staffed entirely by naked workers, male and female.

For example, this is a real thing.  I’m not saying you work there… but maybe you do.  I don’t know your life, do I?

 

 

HIM:  So we’re gonna make two versions, one out of blah blah instead of the really cool rubber.
ME:  I thought you called it sexy?
HIM:  Hey, you don’t know—you haven’t even seen my part!
ME:  (raises eyebrow just so)
HIM:  Well… and it’s made out of clear rubber, which is kind of… but the other one is black rubber, which is maybe more sexy… Which would you…?
ME:  Seriously?
HIM:  (nods)
ME:  You’re the one complaining I haven’t seen your part.
HIM:  (laughs)  Okay, well (gestures)
ME:  I’m gonna go make dinner.

 

 

 

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13 comments on “My Enginerd (and His Rubbers)

  1. Lols! What a job! I hope he discovers what is… sexy 😉

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  2. Lutheranliar says:

    Kevlar. Now THAT’s sexy!

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  3. My husband’s work related conversations pale in comparison. Damn.

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  4. No!!! So NOT sexy! I’m referring to that photo. I mean, I admit my experience of offices is limited, but still I’m almost completely certain that every open plan office has That Person who conducts discussions while sitting, or a least resting a butt cheek, on a desk. And not necessarily their own desk, either.

    And chairs! What happens when you have a client or guest? Do they bring their own cushion? Or do you have to keep bopping about spritzing thinks with cleaning products? Because that stuff is usually not meant to go on your actual skin, okay?

    I love being naked, but there’s a time and a place.

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    • First: I need you to know—because I feel like you’ll appreciate the irony—that your use of the words “sexy” and “butt” (and possibly spritz? I don’t know the rules) caused WordPress to flag your comment as spam; I just dug it out of the bin, lol.

      Second: I KNOW, RIGHT?!?!
      And you just know this is the sort of “hip” office that doesn’t have assigned workspaces. So you could be sitting… ngh… secreting… all over a chair one day only to find that some assmunch got in early the next and snagged “the good spot” by the window. The one you were just wiping all your stuff on yesterday. Or vice versa! And what happens with… you know. You know. Don’t make me say it. Okay, look, some of us have vaginas and this thing that happens every few weeks… panties and yoga pants exist for YOUR protection, people!

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