I'm the wacky, eccentric goofball who knows when to take things seriously. At work, they call me "John-John", which incidentally enough was my nickname called by family when I was a little boy.
Weird ... I have friends who are Filipinos and they do the same thing to their names (John-John, Jen-Jen, Bong-Bong, etc.)
Hmm.... I guess at work, I'm the.. well, worker. lol I know how to do most everything in the store and everyone knows that, so I'm always the one they come to. I'm also the listener because they can come to me with their problems and know I won't judge. I actually have very few friends.. But I think my BFF would describe me as being a closet bitch. lol I'm nice most of the time, pretty friendly in fact, but he's seen me be pretty cruel when the situation calls for it.
I'm a social butterfly in a crew of one. I talk to myself, hate myself and feel at home when I'm alone.
More people with no crew.... we should start a club! Then again... that would defeat the purpose of our soliloquy, yeah? Yeah...better not.
Depends who you ask really. I can be helpful, thoughtful, and hilarious. Or I could be irritable, less-than-helpful, and arrogant. Personally, I think I'm a brilliant combination of the lot, and that I just find it difficult to be pleasant to people I have no time for, unless I'm paid to do so (customer service springs to mind). I genuinely struggle to care about things people say if I don't care about them. The people I do care about? They seem to complain less than the rest of the world.
Vitriolic Best Friends You ever hear of Sherlock Holmes? (If so, you'll also know that we should call ourselves The Diogenes Club )
Yeah... but, would you really like to hang out with people who despise you but won't say it to your face? This is the reason why I don't have a crew. If they don't like me, I don't hang out with them. I don't need their negativity around me or I'll end up hanging myself.
My work crew at work - I'm the one they look to to lighten the mood, to make people laugh, to cause chaos and occasionally offend. My work crew socially - the same, but exaggerated and usually with alcohol
Sure, there are false friends who only look like real friends, but there are also real friends who only look like false friends who look like real friends @Jaiden How do your friends know that you're actually their friend?
Why the drinking crew of course, too much politics at work and I can cuss like a sailor with a beer in my hand
Speaking of a beer in your hand, is that one in your profile picture lol? Looks like it could be a coffee, too, but I can't quite tell.
According to my supervisor (one level up) one thing that my boss (two levels up) really likes about me is that I'm extremely honest, even if what I have to report is detrimental to me. More importantly, I'm the quiet one with a very few intense friendships. If I initiate a conversation with you, we either know each others' deepest and darkest secrets and have shared confidences that even our spouses don't know about, or you're doing something so monumentally stupid that you're going to get us all fired, or killed, and I've got to say something to prevent, or at least mitigate, those possible outcomes. I've also been told that I have one hell of a resting bitch face, and sitting in the corner all the time looking like that scares people. That makes me smile. That scares them too. And my profile pic is of me.
I'm the feeder. Four legged members of the crew are also catered for. That either makes me the nurturing one, or the one that's always hungry.
At Work I'm the cynical maverick who gets shit done, respected by subordinates and peers but has issues with the brass. I don't really a friend crew anymore because we've all grown up and moved on with our lives all over the world. When we were together I was man most likely to get in a fight because someone disrespected a friend
It's changed over the years. I used to be the crazy one and the mean one. Now I'm the more subdued one, but I kept the mean streak. My nicknames, at the time--and I'm scared to share were--"nigger" and "slave". We were an immature lot. The only reason I put up with them is, believe it or not, they were the only ones who treated me nicely. Home life was hell with my older sister and school life was constant bullying. All we really did was play in the woods, play with the SNES, N64, and PlayStation, made up our own games to play, told each other ghost stories, watched horror movies, and other stupid things. EDIT: We do most of the things now, but in different ways and if we have the time. EDIT: Gamecube too. Duh!
With friends, I'm Donna. I know everything. Pro tip: if you also want to be the one that knows everything, answer any question quickly and confidently. People only remember the times you're right. At work, I'm the one who might fire them one day, so there's always going to be a bit of distance there.
So, you are like the director of JPL in the movie, the Martian... I like that guy... however, he's the typical engineer. My brother is an engineer and he said he's that guy.