An Adolescent With Zero EQ

I have this coworker who sits beside me not because I’m extremely likable or that I smell like an orgy of fresh wood, almost sweet citrus and hot man sex all the time, no. Like most of us who joined this very quiet team, we just didn’t have a choice.

We don’t really talk much, we’re at different places in our lives which is fine with me, no complaints there. He would, on occasion, bestow upon me insights and musings I wish he had the strenght to keep to himself. I guess even retarded virgins need to speak their mind every once in a while.

Friday (the other day) was one such occasion. I was on a blissful trip to happy happy audio land when I heard him in the background talking to me. It’s like his brain failed to register that I’m deaf to the world when I have my headphones on. So to be polite, I quickly took off the only thing that was keeping me from sticking a knife into my gullet and put on my yes-how-may-I-help-you mask. He had to repeat what he was saying of course, now with crappy attempts to elaborate. The gist of the statement was that people who don’t love their jobs are losers.

The semi-verbatim was “you know, I’m seeing people with unhappy status messages on their IMs. They’re not happy with their jobs, and I think they’re losers”. I felt like I was trying to have a normal conversation with an adolescent with zero EQ.

Some people are just trying to make ends meet and don’t need to be called names by a moron with a distorted/discombobulated/confused/twisted view of life.

This guy needs to get laid.

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Music: Charity Case / Gnarls Barkley / The Odd Couple
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