fuck this job.com

yesterday i was cornered in my cube by the "talker", who was stalking the corridors of the floor. he does this to find a way out of actually doing work, or to not make it obvious that he really has nothing to do and is therefore expendable and should have his ass fired.

it feels like what a strip search must feel like-- you are helpless, vulnerable, "disarmed", so to speak.

he went on for close to 20 minutes.

taking an advantage of when he caught his breath, i sighed 'well, i have to go to the bathroom'.

yes! how clever of me! liberation from the talker.