I'm working on a project at work. In other news, everybody laughs when I say 'project', because apparently I say it funny. Well, you can all bite me.
Anyways, this project is full of tools, wankers and one massive, screaming, two-faced twat. This last, a stupid, petty little boy who has graciously decided to mentor me, is currently the bane of my existence.
He schedules lengthy meetings for the two of us. The only means I have found of avoiding committing suicide during these meetings is by sending snide, bitchy e-mails to people while looking him in the eye.
After one particular such e-mail a co-worker responded by telling me to imagine him naked. What happened instead was...
He's such an arrogant, self-important pompous little git, that the image that sprang to mind was... Well... Suddenly I saw him in spandex hot pants and cowboy boots, covered in glitter, dancing around, trying to persuade a crowd of people to touch him. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
It wasn't a particularly pretty sight.
That's how my brain works.
Also, I think he needs a silly little hat. I just can't decide what kind.
haha, mango!! I work with a couple of smug tools and smarmy asshats who've written me off as the dumb American; I'll have to try this out at our next meeting.
Posted by: Lisa in Berlin | Wednesday, 14 September 2011 at 08:48