Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Lessons from Jim What I Learned from the Grumpiest Guy at Work #24

Episode Date: July 12, 2025

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All right, buckle up, because this story isn't just about work or gender, or even political correctness. This is about how sometimes the people you least expect end up teaching you the best lessons. Lessons you didn't even realize you needed to learn. I work in what you could call a tough, gritty, blue-collar environment, even though my part of the job is more paperwork than wrench-turning. It's one of those jobs that still has the lingering scent of diesel fuel and old-school masculinity. The kind of place where for the longest time, women weren't exactly welcomed in the important roles because apparently having ovaries disqualified you from understanding how gears work. You needed mechanical know-how and engineering instincts, they said.

Translation, penis required. So yeah, you can imagine the vibe when I first started. Not hostile in a cartoon villain kind of way, but in that slow simmer, side-eye, low expectations kind of way. Like they were waiting for me to give up and move to the HR department or something. Enter Jim. Jim is, well, Jim. If you had to draw a caricature of the stereotypical old school, no nonsense, manly man worker, Jim would walk right out of your pencil. He's been with the company for over two decades.

That alone should tell you he bleeds loyalty and rust. Drives a big-ass pickup truck with some kind of animal skull hanging from the rearview mirror. hunts every weekend like it's a religious duty speaks with a drawl so thick I sometimes needed a translator the first few months wears flannel even when it's 90 degrees gruff perpetually annoyed and allergic to small talk naturally I assumed he was going to be my biggest problem the first real conversation I had with Jim was on a random Tuesday

when he was ranting about carpooling to visit his kids out of state I didn't know the context at first, just that he was already heated before I walked into the break room. I made the mistake of asking a follow-up question. I said something like, why don't you like the guy? Meaning his kid's father-in-law. Jim grumbled, gave me this side glance, and goes, he's just kind of annoying because he does this woman thing, you know. Now, this is where I braced myself. I mentally buckled my seatbelt and prepared to hear something.

jaw-droppingly sexist. I thought he was about to rant about how the guy talks too much or complains about the temperature, or needs to pee every two hours, or whatever nonsense gets labeled as woman things, in these kinds of environments. So I asked, cautiously, no, I don't know. What's the woman thing? Jim frowned like I was the dumb one, then said, you know, he always acts like my wife isn't highly educated. Just talks over her, ignores her. opinions, asks me questions instead of her, like she doesn't have a brain or something. And she's way smarter than me, always has been. I blinked. My whole inner dialogue came to a screeching halt. It was like someone yanked the emergency break in my brain. Did Jim, the same man

I had assumed ate raw meat and growled at puppies, just get upset because someone didn't respect his wife's intellect? That was the first time Jim shattered one of my preconceived notions about him. But oh, he wasn't done. Today, he did it again. We were all just working, doing our thing, half zone into the job and half chatting on Microsoft Teams, which is where we send memes, updates, and random stuff to get through the day. Someone, I won't name names, casually drop the, our word in the chat. You know the one. The term that used to be medically common and is now, rightfully, outdated and considered offensive. Usually, Jim lurks in those chats like a ghost in a haunted house. Just read stuff, occasionally gives a thumbs up if someone posts a photo of their dog.

But today, Jim typed out a full-on sentence, which in itself was rare enough to catch my attention. He wrote, I know I don't normally respond but you should know not to use that kind of word. Just like that. No rage. No lecture. No soapbox. Just a direct, quiet call out from the last person I would have expected. And honestly, I was floored. Because let's be real. Jim's from a different generation. A different world, almost. He's got that old man vocabulary, where every third phrase is something you haven't heard since a black and white TV show. Half his sentences could be subtitled, back in my day. He calls shopping carts, buggies, and still says, darn tutant unironically. So yeah, it wouldn't have shocked me if he used that word himself, because when he was younger, that was literally the clinical term. It was everywhere.

No one batted an eye. But no. Instead, Jim decided to draw a line in the sand. It wasn't flashy or performative. He didn't try to win any awards or prove a point. He just said, hey, that's not okay, in the kind of tone that makes you pause and think. And it hit me. Again, I keep underestimating this guy.

I keep assuming I know what he's about just because of how he looks, how he talks, or what era he came from. And every time, he quietly proves me wrong without even trying. Jim's like one of those plot twists in a movie where the grumpy old neighbor ends up being a retired astronaut or secret poet or something. But it's not even about the surprise. It's about how consistently decent he is, even when no one's watching, and especially when it's hard. I've worked with people half his age who wouldn't dare call out that kind of language because they'd be afraid of starting something.

And yet Jim, with all his camel hats and truck bumper stickers and chronic grumpiness, stood up and did it. So here I am, reflecting on how a guy I once assumed would be the biggest jerk in the office is instead the one quietly modeling what it means to be a good human being. Not perfectly. Not loudly. But steadily. He doesn't care about being politically correct just for the sake of it.

He cares about respect. He cares about fairness. And maybe most importantly, he listens. Even when the world keeps changing around him, he adapts. Slowly, maybe awkwardly, but he tries. It's so easy to lump people into boxes. You see a flannel wearing, meat hunting, truck driving, Southern Drol and old dude, and your brain wants to file them under, probably bigoted. But man, if Jim has taught me anything, it's that you can't ever really know someone until you give them space to show you who they are.

He's not perfect. None of us are. But in this age of social media callouts and endless online arguments, Jim's quiet, grumpy wisdom is. a breath of fresh air. So yeah, maybe I started this job thinking I'd have to fight for every inch of respect. And sometimes, I still do. But Jim, he's not the enemy. He's the unexpected ally. The kind of person who makes you stop and realize that growth doesn't always come from the loudest voices or the most obvious sources. Sometimes, it comes from a guy in a stained flannel shirt who just wants people to treat each other better.

And I'm the idiot who keeps forgetting that. Every time I think I've got Jim figured out, he teaches me something new. Guess that's the best part of working here. The end, or maybe just the beginning.