My jerkoff co-worker did it again. If you've read my posts theres one about the assclown who doesn't do anything but tell ghost stories. I came into work feeling good for the first time in God knows how long... then I encounter jerkoff. He's sitting at his desk looking at the WWF website.
Me: Did you get that stuff I asked for?
JO: (Not looking up from sweaty man site) No
Me: (puzzled) No? It had to be done before I came in. (he knows this)
JO: Well It's been like hell in here today.
ME: (dumbfounded) huh?
JO: The phone hasn't stopped ringing in here today.
Me: (completely amazed) ok
Now I relize that sounds like a reasonable excuse not to do what he is there to do, the only problem is... HE DOESN'T ANWSER THE PHONE. He gets paid more than I do, and doesn't answer the phone which makes up 90% of the job.
Here's the kicker, I had 45 minutes to do an hours worth of work! As I'm doing HIS job, he stops looking at his pictures of men's glising bodies to come over and talk to me while I'm working. And what does he talk about.... Fighting. You are 25, not 15 you asshole! "I'm going to meet up and fight his guy who was hittin on my girl." Are you fucking serious? Fighting??? I'm sorry did I port back to high school? Am I stuck in some fucked up space time continume? Nope, I'm just a sucker for living with walls, a roof and food.
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