this week has been blissful
as the fucking moron cad technician hasn't been here. When I heard that they hadn't made his temporary contract permanent I almost wept with joy.

Not only does the guy have the world's most annoying voice, but he insists on telling (very slowly) stories about his son, in which I, nor anyone else, have any interest. Add to this the fact that he without a sense of humour wears a white denim jacket and drives a BMW Z3 and you will understand why I had blanked and ignored him for the last 2 months.

The office move that took me away sitting next to him was one the greatest events of my life.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:30, 1 reply, 17 years ago)

white denim jacket
say no more, i understand

the thing is, these conversational paraplegics generally mean well, they are in the 'nasty' bucket....but god all fucking mighty, the minutiae of their everyday existence bores a fist sized hole into my brain.

every
fucking
day

the only respite i get is when the girl falls out with the manchild, usually over something so trivial it can't even be verbalised, but she tries....and usually succeeds, before falling into a catatonic daze and doesn't speak for hours on end...but twitches her third hand, thats her phone, every 10 seconds, presumably waiting on a sign that he still loves her.


*exhales*
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:40, Reply)

it sounds as though we are going through the same thing
but with a different cause. I feel your pain. This temporary respite which I am going through is making work bearable.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:43, Reply)