Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Tex the Tapester

I thought I'd tell you a funny story about the attorney I work with who is the lead singer of the Q-Balls. Let's call him "Tex"--that's the nickname a friend of mine gave him many years ago.

Not only is Tex a nice looking guy, but he's really friendly and he can be hilarious at times. He does great impressions, and with his singing and acting abilities, I have to think he would have been successful in show business had he chosen to follow that route.

When Tex first came to our firm from another firm about 16 years ago, I was assigned to work for him. As I said, he's a really nice guy and was easy to work for, but there was one little habit of his I tried hard to break. Tex would use Scotch tape to tape dictation tapes to the fronts of case files. As you may imagine, removing the tape would tear the files and, on occasion, stick to and tear the dictation tape. Of course, I pointed out the problem to him, and when asking him not to do it didn't work, I resorted to removing all tape from his office whenever he wasn't looking. Still, he'd always manage to find some somewhere and I'd come into the office in the morning and find files on my chair with dictation tapes taped to the fronts.

Eventually it got to be too much. One night I had a dream that I was nearly naked but for the fact that Scotch tape was wound and wound around my body. I knew then that it was time to give up and ask management to transfer me to another attorney.

Since that time, and most particularly in the past year, I've helped Tex out when his secretary was out sick or on vacation, and he no longer seems to use Scotch tape as he did when I worked for him. He's had a couple of long-term secretaries in the interim--sharp gals--and I'm sure one of them managed to do what I never could and break him of his tape addiction.

Isn't it funny how sometimes it's not the big things that get to us, but the little things that niggle at us until we just can't take any more? And isn't it funny how sometimes those things find their way into our dreams?

9 comments:

Gran - Knot-y Embroidery Lady said...

Wow, I just logged on and there is a new post from you at 7:41 am amazing. Yes, it is the little things that get us and the phrase "Don't sweat the small stuff." helps me - sometimes....
I still thing that we NEED to audition for the Q-Ball back up singers. We all ready have the Oscar Meyer Wiener commercial song kicking around our minds....

Jen in NY said...

LOL Kim! Your dream was very funny!

Shelley said...

LOL! Naked but for scotch tape! LOL! Maybe you should have told HIM about the dream! LOL! Oh, the things we dream!

Nicole said...

So true about the little things!
I had an anxiety dream the other night about my new job in retail. In my dream I was in charge of opening all the cash registers for the day. Couldn't do it to save my life, but I did get them all tuned to the Discovery Channel.

Stephani said...

Omigosh Kim,

What a dream (nightmare.)

I just happened to think of your recent sewing machine acquisition. Bonnie Hunter has a note following her current blog from today regarding the wood sewing tables that she gets for her sewing machine additions. Thought you might get a gander.

Watch out for those dreams. Lucky, your wrist was all that hurt.

Stephani

AnnieO said...

Some peeps (i.e., men) are just not trainable. Sounds like your patience just ended with the repeat shenanigans, I don't blame you a bit for trading spaces!

Julie said...

that is pretty funny. He is a cutie. Is he married? I have a few single friends.....

Denise in PA said...

Hilarious! Aren't people funny sometimes! Glad Tex got over his tape addiction - LOL!

Robin said...

That is hilarious and I think it falls into the "What is it with men?!" category. For some reason, they don't seem to have learned that An Ounce of Prevention is Worth a Pound of Cure. Especially when they are not usually the ones who have to 'cure' the mess.