Thursday, April 2, 2009

Don't Fuck With A Swede

Being acutely aware of warnings not to blog job specifics has shut off an entire subject I am just raring to bite into. Like our rental house from hell, one day I hope to look back at this time of job hell and laugh. Right now, it's just not funny.

Last night, however, I learned that Hubbie has a bit more 'tude than he lets on. Most people consider Hubbie to laid back. I vacillate between introvert/extrovert to the confusion of most around me. Hubbie, on the other hand, is the steady level-headed lagom Swede.

When talking about his day over a late dinner last night, he gave few details. When your work environment is stressful and in the toilet, there really isn't all that much to say. Until I actually listened to what he said. Something about CoworkerX helping out with PaperworkABC. I cut in:

Wait a minute...I thought EvilBossBitch said you weren't allowed to train anyone? That it was your responsibility to do PaperworkABC regardless of whether or not it is part of your job description.

He paused. Shrugged his shoulders and started to explain at which point I cut him off again:

You totally went behind EvilBossBitchs' back, said to hell with it and did it anyway! You did exactly the kind of thing that I would do!

Hubbie grinned.

I gave him a huge hug and a high five. Just because a Swede looks lagom, don't push it because they'll fuck you in the drive-thru.


A Free Man said...

I've got a problem with Swedes right now. Fucking Ikea. Let's leave aside the obvious things, like it's huge and I've wasted two many weekend days wandering through it like a sheep AND I always end up broke coming out. No, my problem is with the fucking directions for their fucking flat pack furniture. I'm pretty sure that the Swedes are going to take over the world by driving us insane with directions that don't make any sense. Bastards.

Coal Miner's Granddaughter said...

Awwwww, yeah! A Free Man just brought down the thunda! Woo hoo! Swede fight! Swede fight! Hee hee!

Just FYI? I would never fuck with you. Or Mr. NATUI. Or IKEA. I will be curled up in a ball, in the corner, rocking back and forth. :)

Irrational Dad said...

Wow... he let you cut him off twice?? That's one of my pet peeves. Hate it... HATE IT! I usually give Sarah one freebie. After the second one, I ask her if she's going to let me finish the story or not.

I'm glad to know that me and Sarah aren't the only ones giving high fives lately though.

Not Afraid To Use It said...

@A Free Man: Swedes know that any IKEA-assemblage requires a screwdriver in one hand an a bottle of Akvavit in the other.

@CMGD: Girl, I'd have you on my team any day of the week. You'd bring some of that supernatural mojo to the game and we'd kick some ass.

@Joe: I pull that on Hubbie. He might get a freebie on a good day. Lately, though, I've been a bit of a crazy wife. When he tries to interrupt me I totally shush him. I have two kids interrupting me all day, he is not going to do it, too. I guess I need to work on that. Next time I interrupt him, I'll have Joe sitting on my shoulder nagging me "Don't interrupt your man!"

Mouthy Girl said...

I love you and your husband. Period!

Gypsy said...

Heh! Way to buck the system.