En route from the mini-lunch room to my desk, there were two guys that actually looked back and over their right shoulder into my direction:
Yesterday evening, it was the gay, white guy. He is tall and skinny and definitely walks with a peculiar stride as he sashays to the back door. Just like Josey and moi, he wears his shades over his somewhat balding head. This guy really likes to leave in a hurry and rams open the back door like the more traditional Chinese workers here. I sent him a thought to “chill out, freak!”
This evening, it was the tanned, Chinese guy. He, too is tall and skinny. For whatever reason, he always look like he sweats. It’s because he plays sports or works out. I don’t know. He always has this smirk on his face as he glances at my desk en route to the back door. I sent him a thought to “shut up, freak!”
So whatever is going on, I really don’t remember why I’m stuck here with these damn losers and don’t know what I’m supposed to do, except curse TPTB, Pete and pals. As for the rest of you: “Go screw yourselves! Get a life and stop minding my business, freaks!”
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