06-21-2014, 09:47 AM
I guess I'll go next.
I used to work the graveyard shift in a jail dorm, where I had no contact from any other employees, except for my (civilian) aide who worked upstairs--she kept an eye on me from shatter-proof glass while I worked on the floor with the inmates. Some of our aides were great (like the one I married!
), and some were uh, well, socially-repressed. When you worked with one of those, it made for a very, very long, 12-hour shift.
One morning at about 4:00am, one of my buddies walked into my dorm office and surprised me with two cups of coffee, ready for some early morning chit chat. He remarked when I saw him come in with the coffee, that I lit up like Thumper the Rabbit (from Bambi), and he expected my foot to start thumping. The name stuck.
I used to work the graveyard shift in a jail dorm, where I had no contact from any other employees, except for my (civilian) aide who worked upstairs--she kept an eye on me from shatter-proof glass while I worked on the floor with the inmates. Some of our aides were great (like the one I married!
), and some were uh, well, socially-repressed. When you worked with one of those, it made for a very, very long, 12-hour shift.One morning at about 4:00am, one of my buddies walked into my dorm office and surprised me with two cups of coffee, ready for some early morning chit chat. He remarked when I saw him come in with the coffee, that I lit up like Thumper the Rabbit (from Bambi), and he expected my foot to start thumping. The name stuck.