Previously on...

This week in a Small Town Newsroom

Farquad was bemoaning the fact that he can’t find an apartments, and actually wondered if there was anywhere stuff like that was posted. I told him if only there was something like a classified section, with listings of places to rent. He did not know that was what was in the classifieds. He was worked in newspapers for the last 20 or so years.

The fax machine ran out of paper, and Fergus decided to refill it. Instead of asking where the paper went, or looking to see if he could figure it out, he simply found the biggest opening he could, and shoved the paper in that. It was not where the paper goes. It was ridiculous. He’s been in this business for over thirty years, and really has no idea how to use it. He did leave a paper jam in the big copier up front, then didn’t tell anyone and walked away. The receptionist said that if he ever did it again, she was going to shame him over the intercom, then murder him and leave his body in the parking lot.

We got a ‘new’ copyeditor this week, when someone else was reassigned. Fergus does not like this person. When he asked whose stuff was at the desk, and I told him, he stood there without speaking for several seconds. I could see the gears in his brain grinding to a halt. 

Another coworker and I were talking about work, when Farquad interrupted that he’d been on OKCupid, (while at work, at his desk) and gotten matched with someone from his high school. Instead of ignoring it, like I feel most people would, he informed us that he messaged her on Facebook to let her know they’d been matched.

I originally wrote this in the July 13 Friday open thread on Ask A Manager