Love the out-of-office replies.
If asked in such a non-work environment as a ski lift, I just tell them I work for the govt (true) as auditor with Customs and Revenue (Canuck tax office) (false). Pleased to meet you. What was your name again?
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Love the out-of-office replies.
If asked in such a non-work environment as a ski lift, I just tell them I work for the govt (true) as auditor with Customs and Revenue (Canuck tax office) (false). Pleased to meet you. What was your name again?
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This a repeat, but friend of mine was a sys admin at some company that was basically Initech. It was in one of those low nondescript buildings sandwiched between an industrial park and major road with chain restaurants and pawn shops. All the cube people wore button-up shirts and chinos. I met him there one day, and asked "what do all these people do?" to which he replied, "I dunno... stuff"
I used to ski with a guy who not only said that, it was 100% true. Chillest dude ever.
Agree with your general sentiment. Whenever I've told someone what my career job was, more often than not it started long boring conversations about my work. Basically shop talk with someone who doesn't know anything about my "shop". Or worse, people who thought they knew everything about it.
Now I say greeting card salesman.
Considering this is 100% gospel for my situation currently, I lead with it. Also job searching in this economic situation annoys me.
I also don’t discuss outside of work activities with work people. My life and my work life are completely separate. And no I’m not coming to the company Xmas party in Utah, where no drinks are ever served. That also annoys me.
Back in my day the resorts paid us to ski there.
It's always amusing to be riding a chair with someone --not old--and find out they're on disability.
When I was working I hated talking about work or tell people what I did. Now that I'm retired I can't shut up about it.
My buddy was making small talk with super serious local bro DH'er on the Whistler bike park chairlift and asks what the guy does up here for work.
"Ride fast, fuck lots of chicks"
For a long time that became our answer whenever anyone on the chair asked that question.
how would you know?
Okay maybe they seceded and I didn't hear about it. But it seemed pretty similar to America in most ways when I was there recently.
When someone asks me what I did before retiring I tell them what my wife would tell her friends when they asked what her husband did for a living. "Anything he can do without having to get a real job."
Along the lines of people trying to corner you into talking about shit you don't want to talk about...tourist guy in the tram line a few days ago strikes up a convo with me about conditions., etc., great, so we start talking, next thing I know he's going on and on about covid and loudly rehashing everything about it and how everything we did was wrong ("I'm a physician" he said several times) and covid this and masks that and yadayadayada. I just turned my back to him and did not say one more word. Eventually he got the message. Who the fuck wants to talk about fucking covid in the tram line on a great ski day?! What a dipshit.
Well it WAS all over the news back then and some were acting like it would all go away in the spring.
Remember how it was?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUdV7Xf9sT4&t=2s
I had a great "what do you do?" lift ride at Park City the other weekend on a fantastic powder day (everyone was in a great mood, duh). Riding up McConkey's and this guy (much to his wife's embarrassment) says he's an amateur comedian and asks if everyone on the lift if we want to hear some snowboarder and ski patroller/instructor jokes, full-well aware that there was a boarder and a troller on the chair. He proceeded to tell all the usuals (how many ____ does it take to screw in a lightbulb?) and then followed it up with a couple really raunchy ones.
Yeah I've had a few of those. Stop in at a new MTB trailhead last year outside Zion and met some guys as I was packing up. One of them sees my CA plates and goes on a huge rant about how CA and especially LA sucks, total shithole, gun laws, immigrants, blah blah . Then asks me where I'm from. SD...says that's cool. "There are still some good conservatives in SD". These guys were from Vegas. Yeah, not a shithole at all lol.
The snowboarder jokes were the usual ones:
What do you call a snowboarder without a girlfriend? Homeless.
A snowboarder and another guy get into a car, who's driving? The cop.
The patroller/instructor ones were the same usuals:
How many instructors does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
(I said one, and the rest of the resort to revolve around him) but the guy said one, and 4 others to say, "nice turn".
The one raunchy one I remember was appropos given Tiger's recent relationship troubles.
Guy gets married and said to his bride on their wedding night, "I'm so glad we saved our virginity for eachother".
Wife says, "well, I have slept with one guy, sorry, hon".
Shocked the guy says, "who was it, anyone I know"?
"yeah, Tiger Woods, know him", she says.
"Of course" as the groom gets undressed, eager to bang it out, "That's, um, cool, I guess".
"Ok, I'm sorry, it was before we started dating", she said.
"No worries, let's go, I'm so jacked for this", he said.
**10 mintues later***
"WHEW! That was worth the wait"! said the new husband, "good for you"?
"well...."
"well, what"?
"Tiger usually lasted an hour or more", she said.
Not to be outdone by Tiger Woods he hops back in bed for Round 2.
**45 minutes later**
"Bet Tiger never had that kinda fun, huh?!" the new husband asked his wife.
"Well...."
"Ok, fuck that", the husband said as he climbed back in bed. Shaking and dehydrated.
***hours later***
Husband gets out of bed. Weak, shaking and hungry.
"Honey, what are you doing?" asks the wife as the husband is trying to reach the bedside phone. "Tiger wouldn't stop for room service, he'd..."
The husband cuts her off, "babe, I'm not calling room service, I'm calling Tiger to see what par is for this hole".
I’ve become way too damn city for my britches