so there's this sales monkey that has been put across from left hand rob at the beginning of this month.
and he's been pissing rob off.
because he speaks in sales-isms.
and the only time he shuts the fuck up is only to answer another phone call.
and he looks like a creepy used car salesman.
and he's annoying.
so, since i am kind of hanging out in the office this evening.
and i wanted a break from his incessant "hey guy, how's it going", "working hard or hardly working", "hey buddy, is that the secrete sauce?" schtick, i did what any bastard would do for a break.
i put on some music.
some loud music.
he lost it during aqua boogie.
he came in and asked me if i could turn it down. he was on a sales call and the guy thought he was in a phone booth.
i agreed and turned it down...a little.
the point is this, if you'd shut the fuck up for five minutes a day,
this exercise would be avoidable.
yeah yeah yeah, i know that karma is a boomerang and one day, there is going to be some dick who is annoyed enough at me to do a little counterbalance but the bastard can't resist fucking with salesmen. even though he's only across from lobster for 4 more, no wait, 3 more days.