To Mauro
This is another story that takes place shortly after I became a Nuclear Design Engineer at PNGS.
I was sitting at my cubicle, reading one of the many safety memos that are sent desk to desk. The process was a simple one; we’d read it then sign our names to the list and then pass it on to the next person in our group.
As I was new to the group my Section Manager, Ludka, came by my cubicle to make sure I fully understood the instructions of reading and passing to the next person.
“You are reading this, yes? Good. When you are done, sign your name to the sheet and pass it to Mauro.”
Mauro’s name is pronounced “morrow” and so I thought I would have a little fun by continuing to look at the memo saying, “Today, tomorrow; whenever you want, Ludka.”
The Big Chicken's head slowly bobbed up and down in a slight panic. She wasn’t sure I understood what to do. “No. When you finish reading this memo, deliver it to Mauro.”
Again, pretending not to pay attention, I said, “Yup, tomorrow; bright and early.”
She started to leave, making a few steps away from the cubicle so I could no longer see her. I knew she was there doing her little chicken dance, her head bobbing up and down wondering what to do. I heard a flush of air through her nostrils as she decided to give it one more try, for OPG.
She bobbed back into my cubicle and straight to me, “When you are done reading this…” touching the safety memo that I was holding, “deliver it to your neighbour M-a-u-r-o” and she walked over and pointed towards my neighbour’s desk.
“OH, to Mauro! To Mauro! I’ll deliver THIS to Mauro! He’s only a desk away.” This was sung with a big smile on my face to the tune of Little Orphan Annie’s ‘Tomorrow’ complete with “jazz-hands” and show tune gestures.
Nothing.
Not a smile, not a laugh, nothing; just a look of pure confusion.
This soon turned into an awkward silence while we both just kind of stared at each other. After a few seconds, she just turned and slowly bobbed away
I was sitting at my cubicle, reading one of the many safety memos that are sent desk to desk. The process was a simple one; we’d read it then sign our names to the list and then pass it on to the next person in our group.
As I was new to the group my Section Manager, Ludka, came by my cubicle to make sure I fully understood the instructions of reading and passing to the next person.
“You are reading this, yes? Good. When you are done, sign your name to the sheet and pass it to Mauro.”
Mauro’s name is pronounced “morrow” and so I thought I would have a little fun by continuing to look at the memo saying, “Today, tomorrow; whenever you want, Ludka.”
The Big Chicken's head slowly bobbed up and down in a slight panic. She wasn’t sure I understood what to do. “No. When you finish reading this memo, deliver it to Mauro.”
Again, pretending not to pay attention, I said, “Yup, tomorrow; bright and early.”
She started to leave, making a few steps away from the cubicle so I could no longer see her. I knew she was there doing her little chicken dance, her head bobbing up and down wondering what to do. I heard a flush of air through her nostrils as she decided to give it one more try, for OPG.
She bobbed back into my cubicle and straight to me, “When you are done reading this…” touching the safety memo that I was holding, “deliver it to your neighbour M-a-u-r-o” and she walked over and pointed towards my neighbour’s desk.
“OH, to Mauro! To Mauro! I’ll deliver THIS to Mauro! He’s only a desk away.” This was sung with a big smile on my face to the tune of Little Orphan Annie’s ‘Tomorrow’ complete with “jazz-hands” and show tune gestures.
Nothing.
Not a smile, not a laugh, nothing; just a look of pure confusion.
This soon turned into an awkward silence while we both just kind of stared at each other. After a few seconds, she just turned and slowly bobbed away
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