Hoan N@^y#n, the friggin’ temp won’t go away! I was walking away from the mini-breakroom. And I see out of the corner of my left eye, the little pusshead. I was trying to avoid him by walking fast ahead but he intercepted me in one of the intersection.
I got pissed as I walked away from his desk. His eyes were fearful as if something was wrong. He showed me a pop-up screen of the Microsoft Office Outlook, which prompted for his password. The nit-wit should have known that he has been using the login information for the `network` from one the business planners.
The little puss won’t go away! God, then I mumbled under my breath that he is weird. I hope Jen!k@ didn’t hear me, sort of.
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