Hi,
Haven't posted in quite a while, but a couple things happened to me that you guys might find funny. I bought an Emerson CQC-7B (the black tanto) way back when, and have taken to carrying it:
I was staying late at my lab one night. It was about 11:00 when I left to go home, and to do this I have to ride an elevator down to the 2nd floor. The elevator is at the end of a long hallway that links most of the major rooms on that floor. As I was waiting, I absentmindedly faced the window that terminates the hallway, drew the knife, and flipped it open. *blam!* a door slams behind me. Now, I distinctly recall seeing moments before that the hall was empty... And the only door close to the elevator that wasn't mine was a tutoring room. One of the tutors must have opened the door just in time to see me whip out my knife, concievably in response to them trying to leave, and on top of that not even turning around to look at them. I didn't go knock on the door, and I never figured out who it was. I assume they aren't talking to me now, though.
Months later, I cut my hair. This is important because I have a very oily scalp. Without long hair to act as a wick, about four hours after washing my face can get very oily and it can get uncomftorble. I tend to use my knife to scrape my face when I can't wash it. It looks kind of wierd, but it helps. So when does the department head decide to walk in on me, with a guest in tow that he's giving a personal tour to? The moment one of his employees is applying a CQC-7 to his face. He didn't say anything, and I didn't either. I politely folded the knife and placed it on my desk, then acted as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.
hvas
Haven't posted in quite a while, but a couple things happened to me that you guys might find funny. I bought an Emerson CQC-7B (the black tanto) way back when, and have taken to carrying it:
I was staying late at my lab one night. It was about 11:00 when I left to go home, and to do this I have to ride an elevator down to the 2nd floor. The elevator is at the end of a long hallway that links most of the major rooms on that floor. As I was waiting, I absentmindedly faced the window that terminates the hallway, drew the knife, and flipped it open. *blam!* a door slams behind me. Now, I distinctly recall seeing moments before that the hall was empty... And the only door close to the elevator that wasn't mine was a tutoring room. One of the tutors must have opened the door just in time to see me whip out my knife, concievably in response to them trying to leave, and on top of that not even turning around to look at them. I didn't go knock on the door, and I never figured out who it was. I assume they aren't talking to me now, though.
Months later, I cut my hair. This is important because I have a very oily scalp. Without long hair to act as a wick, about four hours after washing my face can get very oily and it can get uncomftorble. I tend to use my knife to scrape my face when I can't wash it. It looks kind of wierd, but it helps. So when does the department head decide to walk in on me, with a guest in tow that he's giving a personal tour to? The moment one of his employees is applying a CQC-7 to his face. He didn't say anything, and I didn't either. I politely folded the knife and placed it on my desk, then acted as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.
hvas
Anyhow, I think that all of it has overall worked to my benefit. As long as you don't desire promotion or friendship from the people you work under, having them vaguely uncomftorble around you can work out pretty good. 
. ARE YOU CRAZY, or just not thinkin' right???
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