My daily torture
I work with a freak. A freak that defy’s social logic.
I
feel like I hafta vent somehow, other than making fun of him behind his
back. Oh, this guy is nice enough, but he has some deep seated issues.
For example, remember how a few years ago it was cool for computer
techs to bash Microsoft at every turn? He never let it go. I am
submitted to daily rants from this grown man about how Microsoft and
Bill Gates have screwed up his computer. My favorite quote from just a
few days ago: “I just wanna shove Bill Gate’s head up Steve Baumer’s
BLEEEEEEP”. And no, I’m not censoring the quote, the word ‘bleep’ was
actually spoken. He favors “shazbat”, a word used over 30 years ago in
a television show about another social outcast played by a very young
Robin Williams.
He thinks he’s being funny and topical, when
in reality he’s performing his stale stand-up to an audience looking
for ways to burst their ear drums. He holds conversations with me when
he can clearly see that I’m wearing headphones, playing music loud
enough to make cherubs cry. He
is reminiscent of Rainn Wilson’s character Dwight on the office, both
in appearance and personality. Somehow this sad, strange little man was
able to find a bride and pro-create. His hobby? Drawing meteors. Yeah.
You can’t make this stuff up! I’ve been just moments from snapping
after each rant, but he fuels my own tank of comedy for other office
members, so I let it continue.
Now you know my torture, affectionatly called: Shazbat.
