Lets face it - there are people at work who deserve to die...clear and simple... Like Mr. Poon for instance...just his name alone should warrant death by flaming streetcar. I'm posting this because I came home and downed half a bottle of cuervo black after work - I shouldn't have to do that!!!! This guy has been riding me from the day I walked in the door - then he goes and bitches to the boss the day i tell him to back off and let me do my job - which by the way is doing all the legwork for the deals he closes (he sees a fat bonus check and I dont get ****!) Do I complain - no! Does my boss know I dont complain and work my ass off - damn right. But I've got to sit there while this pissant cries to the boss about how horrible it is to tell someone to back off! i.e. go sit at your desk while I do your work for you and you'll get it by tuesday's end as promised. I cater to about 8 people and he's the lowest on the food chain - and he's got the freikin nerve to ride me the hardest - Well :thefinger poon... cuz you obviously aint gettin any at home!!! Get a friekin life man!!!! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDGE YOU!!!! He told the boss i told him to f-ck off...in hindsight - if he was gonna be such a bitch about it anyway...I should have.... PS - feel free to share your assaholic coworker stories here... I'm gonna ***** the rest of the bottle and look at boobies now...
Baal out!
Baal out!
