Fucking Perry!
seriously??!!?
This guy at work is killing me.
Nope, cancel that.
If he was actually killing me, I'd be better off.
Today he drove me so unbelievably insane with his never ending barrage of completely unrelated to anything pertinent questions and his "boy that cried wolf" false alarms, that I circled the incinerator .. twice, debating if I should waste my time trying to lure him there and dispose of his useless ass. (To be honest with you the thought of just having to talk to him again was enough for me to seriously consider just throwing myself in.) I also toyed with the possibility of orchestrating an unfortunate forklift "accident" and bump him off that way.
The guy's like RainMan's slightly awkwarder, but totally more mental older brother.
And what IS UP with the vacant stares/giggling???
when he's talking to you, (I use the words "to you" loosely) you are literally left with the feeling that there is someone right behind you, like over your shoulder about to touch you inappropriately or steal your wallet, behind you. I physically have to pause every few seconds just to double check, he's that convincing.
I know some of you are thinking, "awww, poor him, you're too hard on him. He's probably just eccentric. Give the guy a break."
To you folks I say, "ah, yeeeeeah. no."
He's a creep, handing out the heebiee jeebie's like they're balloons at the fair, goofy grin and all.
There is always one crazytown in the bunch, that is just sooo my luck.
Fucking Perry.
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