CRS
Chandler, Arizona, United States

There's an old saying. If you don't want someone to join a crowd, you ask them, "If everyone were jumping off of a cliff, would you?" Well, I have. So my answer would be "Yes". True story.
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The Workplace Nutjob

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

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Every workplace has one. If you were to come to work one day and the place was blown up, you would instantly have a pretty good idea as to who did it. You know, the guy that's completely antisocial, sticks to himself, and when you approach him for something he stares at you like he's imagining ripping out your esophagus, and as you walk away, you hear that he's muttering something under his breath.

There's a guy like that where I work. While he doesn't exactly mutter-- well, not that I know of-- he does look at other human beings as if they were covered in dog shit, and he has this Dick Cheney smile, the kind that looks like it causes him physical discomfort. He also always wears this same sweater/jacket no matter what the weather, and it's musty looking and probably stinks.

But most peculiar is this bag he carries with him. We have a cubicle based job, but when he goes on break, he takes the bag with him. What's in the bag that is so important or so neccesary to keep a secret that he's got to keep it with him at all times? There are only three things it could possibly be: pipebombs, a handy-dandy-all-purpose-child-molestor kit, or Magic: The Gathering. And frankly, I don't want to be near any of those, the fucking psycho.
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with love from CRS @ 11:08 PM 

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