Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Why Do I Talk To Her
My coworker was explaining to me how she made the mistake of sleeping with some coworkers when she was first hired, and how now it's super awkward when she sees them around the hospital.

I was nodding and agreeing and not really paying attention because I haven't slept with any of my coworkers (at this job) so what she was saying didn't really apply to me, until I heard

"And that's just why you shouldn't eat your own shit at work."

"Wait, what?"

"It's an expression. Don't eat your own shit at work. It's true, too."

There was a really reflective glass panel behind her during our conversation, so I happened to get a glance at my face while I was trying to process Shit Eating (and where you should and should not do it). I was doing a piss poor job of hiding both my confusion and my joy for poop talk at the office.

"I think the expression is 'don't shit where you eat,' meaning don't date your coworkers. Or don't poop on them. Whatever."

"Um, I'm pretty sure that's not it."

I was kind of at a loss at this point, because we were in public, catching up in a high-traffic hallway near the offices of lots of Important People. But god knows I cannot walk away from an argument, and if I know I happen to be right about said argument I'm even more unbearable.

"Why would you eat your shit otherwise? I mean, are you thinking that the alternative is eating your shit in the privacy of your own home? Or the subway?"

"Well, I see your point. But I've heard the expression before, and what you said is not it."

"But...it is so too! Ask anyone!"

"Look, I didn't make it up! Don't eat your own shit at work! Everybody knows that!"

"But you DID make it up, because nobody has said it before, because eating your own shit--regardless of locale-- is a bad, bad idea!"

"I have to go to a meeting. But why don't you google it, or wikipedia it or something?"

As she walked down the hall, ignoring my frustrated scream-whispers of "NOBODY EATS THEIR OWN POOP! IT REALLY DOESN'T MATTER WHERE YOU ARE AT THE TIME! HEYYYYYY!" I realized that she'd totally won this round.

I retreated to my office defeated.

And then furtively googled "don't eat your own shit at work" to make sure I was right.

I am, by the way.

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posted by A Lover and a Fighter at 10:22 AM -
20 Comments:
  • At 7:13 PM, Blogger Peter DeWolf said…

    That is just super.

    "Why would you eat your shit otherwise?" That made me snort.

    Is English her first language?

    There's a Vietnamese man in my town, and when he first got here, and would get angry at you, he'd say "Go fuck myself!" I can't properly express how much I enjoyed that.

     
  • At 8:00 PM, Anonymous d. said…

    OK...'some coworkers'? as in plural? Sheesh. That's how one becomes the talk of the OR if you ask me.

    And of course you're right - did she even hear the words coming out of her mouth?

    PS - I'm soooo glad I got to see your bright face today!

     
  • At 10:58 PM, Blogger a star in somebody else's sky said…

    CLEARLY your coworker has learned through personal experience not to eat her own shit at work... who are you to doubt her wisdom?

    Does that mean it is OK to eat other people's shit at work? Your friend was a little unclear about that.

    (And of course you are right... the expression is "Don't shit where you eat.")

    I was nodding and agreeing and not really paying attention because I haven't slept with any of my coworkers (at this job)

    I am truly disappointed to hear this. Does that mean that your last Work Crush was not thoroughly wooed by your stapling skills? The bastard must have a heart of stone...

     
  • At 10:59 PM, Blogger dmbmeg said…

    I would love to be the IT guy monitoring your google searches at work.

     
  • At 8:43 AM, Blogger kelsi said…

    i love that she won just by walking away, despite you being 100% right.
    and i SO know that feeling, where all you want to do is scream "you're totally fucking retarded, why would you eat your own shit???" but being in a no screaming zone, you have to settle for agonized whispers. so very, very familiar.
    i think i will, however, console myself with the idea that english might not be her first language.

     
  • At 8:57 AM, Blogger TK said…

    Yeah, I'm with "d" - SOME coworkers? Jesus, she's like the company bicycle. Girl gets around. Like a record.

    And if it makes you feel better, you are absolutely correct. Not only is she wrong, but she's a moron for thinking that her version makes any sense at all.

    Unless you're in a very scat-friendly crowd.

     
  • At 9:26 AM, Blogger Maxine Dangerous said…

    Oh good... she's stupid AND a whore. Love your frustrated whispers ... can very easily imagine that. And the nerve ... "why don't you go look it up" -- why don't YOU go look it up, you moron?!? *ahem* Not that I've had interactions like this. *whistling innocently, wandering away*

    BTW, my former coworker told me his father speaks English as a second language. Coworker once used the phrase, "Kill two birds with one stone" and his father has turned it into "Let's go kill some birds!" I fucking love that. :)

     
  • At 10:09 AM, Blogger Rev said…

    I strongly dislike that woman. Also, I'm not convinced that walking away constitutes "winning," when it would be so easy to haunt her with this in the future.

    My suggestion is to wait until a similar conversation comes up, then say "Well, like [coworker] says, don't eat your own shit at work." And then wait for the incredulous reactions.

    Revenge is best served cold.

     
  • At 10:48 AM, Anonymous Linus said…

    Just to clarify, so I can get my mental pictures in order - is she blonde?

     
  • At 2:29 PM, Blogger mindy said…

    I've never eaten my shit at work. True story.

     
  • At 2:33 PM, Blogger Garrett Reid said…

    I, too, googled "don't eat your own shit at work" - congratulations - you are now the internet world authority on the phrase. You can now welcome thousands of hits a month from employed shit eaters looking to meet others.

     
  • At 8:15 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I'm pretty sure it's:

    "don't shit on your own doorstep"

    No eating involved (honestly!)

     
  • At 10:35 AM, Blogger SuperBee said…

    I've missed you. That was extremely funny.

    And now I'm sweating with laughter.

    And also, I've noticed I have this strange smell about me, lately, I believe it's called "Unrequited love."

    If I didn't have fantasies that the object of my unrequited love was busy stalking me on my blog, I'd blog about it.

    But, because I'm crazy, I imagine he's stalking me, so I can't. I have, however, been doing an excellent job of bagging my crazy.

    So I tell you.

    In an angry, antagonized whisper.

     
  • At 11:10 AM, Blogger Megan said…

    Very similar to something I heard the other day, "Don't shit in my mouth in call it ice cream."

    Um. I thought people only shit in bowls and called it ice cream.

     
  • At 11:34 AM, Blogger SuperBee said…

    Judge Judy must be spinning in her grave (she's dead, right?) that someone has co-opted her, "Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining."

     
  • At 11:35 AM, Blogger Yvo said…

    I am currently stuck in the most boring ever training class at work and want to thank you for entertaining me except the training guy keeps glancing over me as I shake with mirth. And he keeps calling on me. So, thanks.

    PS Is this the stupid Asian girl?
    PPS Everyone gets a ride.
    PPPS I love Rev's suggestion!!!

     
  • At 5:01 PM, Blogger Alaskan Dave Down Under said…

    I'm sitting here with a big "shit-eating grin"! Ummm, does anyone use that expression anymore?

    Great comments too, I like Rev's idea.

    So, you work with a dumb whore... Just don't let any of it rub off on you.

     
  • At 1:49 AM, Blogger brazilian said…

    dmbmeg said it first, but i so thought this exact same thing:

    "I would love to be the IT guy monitoring your google searches at work."


    hahahahaha!!!

     
  • At 10:15 PM, Blogger kelm said…

    The writing on the wall at my work: 'eat shit and die.'
    Which made me wonder whether it was "eat, shit and die?" Or "eat shit and die?"

    Needless to say, I have chosen not to sleep with any of my coworkers. But I'm thinking there could be some magic between my coworkers and your coworker.

    We could be shit matchmakers. Think about it. That's all I ask.

     
  • At 5:51 PM, Anonymous dancing kitchen said…

    I leave the shit alone and say instead...
    Don't eat your meat where you make your bread.

     
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