Tales of the tax office
I figured I'd meet a lot of extremely conventional people at the tax office. Boy was I wrong. It's true for all the desk jobs, but the people I work with are... extraordinary. I spend most of my time in the archives with one collegue.
My first collegue was a 25 year old female über nerd. Likes Harry Potter, Bambi, Stargate, the Lion King, everything that's Japanese, especially Pokémon, manga and anime series; doesn't know what Pulp Fiction, The Godfather, Casablanca, Die Hard, Dirty Harry or the Pianist is; suffers from stress-related anxiety attacks and hyperventilation; is pale, fat, sleep deprived, wears clothes that make her look 10 years younger and wears glasses; doesn't comprehend why I eat fat peanuts and steak when I'm on a diet. Luckily she's going on vacation (I think because of me) and she's being replaced next week.
You think that's weird? At the post office in the tax office we have a black semi-asian midget with a waterhead called Bas. He's one sneaky fucker that constantly talks about sex. His partner is a 35 year old Gothic that claims she can communicate with animals. She conversates with her dog, fish and even flies and ants.
There's more, but you'd have to see and hear them to understand (and believe).