Dec 01, 2006 14:02
I don't know what it is, but he just rubs me the wrong way. He's like an annoying fly that buzzes around your desk on a day where you're already angry. He looks over your shoulder and grunts as you do your job, so close you can hear him breathing with a whistly sound coming out of his nose. You just want to swat him with something, but you can't, because that one little annoying, buzzing, dirty fly that keeps driving you crazy also holds a big part of your career direction in his slimy little hand.
Friday. Should be a free, off the record day for swatting flies.