about damn time
I wish that this man in my office would stop talking. He reminds me of the guy who worked at Tortuga’s with me. You remember? The one I tried to kill in the kitchen. Surely I posted that. *here it is* http://grimmy23.livejournal.com/383554.html
He’s got all kinds of stories, talks too damn loud and is trying mighty hard to f***ing impress me, or his mom, but probably me. I am not amused.
why don’t you shut up?
Its been over an hour, and now he invented touch typing. He claims to type over 85 words a minute, typing with his two index fingers. I want him to go away before they see the real me.
***He finally left, one and one half hours in my office.***
He’s got all kinds of stories, talks too damn loud and is trying mighty hard to f***ing impress me, or his mom, but probably me. I am not amused.
why don’t you shut up?
Its been over an hour, and now he invented touch typing. He claims to type over 85 words a minute, typing with his two index fingers. I want him to go away before they see the real me.
***He finally left, one and one half hours in my office.***