Ja, I know I promised I will post pictures and tell ya’ll about my trip. I know. Puhleeze stop putting me on a guilt trip. It’s not asif I haven’t been castigating myself about it every day since I’m back. So stop pressuring me!!! *winks*
But seeing that I have time on my hands for easier stuff, I’m going to share my feelings regarding Colleague # 5. I have very strong feelings towards him. As in – CANNOT STAND HIM!!!
He is a he. Or I think it’s a he. I’m not even sure if he knows what he is. And he’s as big as a house. Really. And don’t give me flack for this. One of my best buddies is very effeminate. He’s not gay. He’s not confused. He’s just very refined. He’s married and has kids too. C5 is married too.
I cannot explain to you why C5 grates me. It truly confobulates me. I mean, no one is perfect. I know that. We can’t all be nice and popular and gorgeous and dynamic and…and we can’t get along and like everyone, right? And I am a nice person. So WHY can’t I stand him?!?!
He’s a nice enough guy. Too nice in fact. Translation: he tries too hard. Maybe that’s part of the problem?
He comes across as one of those guys who was neglected during childhood. His father never had time for him and his friends always ridiculed him. Because of his personality and looks, he was bullied at school. Maybe throughout his entire young adult life too. He’s needy. As a result, he was pieped by his mother. Which didn’t do him no favours, because look at him now. He’s a whiner, a glutton and an attention seeker. He’s not an asshole. Really, he’s an okay guy. But that still doesn’t explain my C5 reaction to him, right?
He is also a diabetic. I dunno what type. He’s told me. I forget. Actually – I couldn’t give two hoots what type he is.
He’s the one who constantly wants to share about his weekend, and his new camera, and his dog. And what they did on Thursday. And his cool friends. The one that speaks to his wife 30 fucking times a day!! Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
This morning I walk into the office and get the smell of boerewors. He’s having 3 fucking boerie rolls at 07:30 in the morning! Now I ask you, is that NORMAL? Breakfast should be healthy. Not carb-laden & fatty. Urghhhh. Not yesterday’s lasagne or boerie rolls for BREAKFAST! Who EATS boerie rolls at 07:30 in the morning?! *note: hangover gluttony does not count* Fuckit.
And he frequently does that. And then he complains his BSL is too HIGH. I mean. WTF? You think?
And if he’s not stuffing his face, he’s looking over my shoulder at what I’m doing or what I’m having for BF or lunch. How rude!
During Easter, he ate a whole tray of hot cross buns for tea (10:00am) EVERY single day. This after breakfast in the canteen. And then there’s lunch. And two liter cokes every day. And and and….
There are days I can handle all this kak. Then there are days like today when I just wanna jump on him and continue jumping until he shuts the fuck up! Or until his jaws stop moving. Or maybe sew his mouth shut so he doesn’t eat any boerie rolls anymore?! Phew *wonder what Journo Jen will have to say to this*
Bitchy? Hag? Any other adjectives? Knock yourselves out.
Boo was horrified at me when I confessed all of the above to him. He didn’t want to speak to me for days. Say’s I’m a selfish and nasty. Like, I never said I was freaking Mother Teresa!
I am not going to apologise for this. I have to share an office with this guy. I’ve been nicely polite for LOOOOONG enough. I needed to get that off my chest.
I feel better now
Now the question – why is it that we meet people and get along with them instantly? But then you meet that one person – male or female – and you just cannot share the same space with them? It’s like they light that fuse without having to say anything? Why is that?