So little Theresa said there was this cute guy working near her cubicle. She told me to visit her workstation a couple of hours ago but didn’t see her sitting at her desk.
After faxing my timesheet ten minutes ago, I decided to visit again and found her filing paperworks in the binder on the floor.
I told her that I was late and was on my way to the break room to get some hot tea. She merely smiled up at me; went across to the guy’s desk; and offered him something to drink, which he declined.
I wasn’t excited when she first mentioned the guy because I already had someone handsome “in mind”. But like many of my past fantasies, I expected to be disappointed as usual this time.
And sure enough, he was a tubby runt and wore a moustache. I hate guys with facial hair! It’s annoying! Seriously, I’d get injured from facial hair! They are either cops or hiding something grotesquely ugly undernearth all that hair.
The guy reminded me of Adolfo from my first data entry job formerally located at Sunnyvale, CA. Adolfo too was short, tubby and had a moustache similar to that of, you guessed it, Adolf Hitler, but wider. He was a divorced guy with lots of dandruff falling over his clothes. I’m getting itchy just thinking about working with that creep over ten years ago.
So as she bade me farewell for a good afternoon, I walked quickly away in disgust and flicked her off mentally. That’s it for this afternoon. I shall feel like hurling now after yet another Filipino guy with facial hair. It’s not cool!
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