I'm going to beat your withered old ass.
Well today was definately not really good, and very unlike me. One of my co-workers is a dick. That's pretty inevitable. This particular dick kept grabbing me by the new tattoos today when he needed to get by me. I asked him politely to stop. He didn't. Long story short, he continued to be a child-like prick unti I had to tell him the ways I was going to beat his face into pudding.
That's not the type of thing that goes over too well at work. Regardless, I work at IHOP and not at a respectable place, so I didn't get into any real shit about it. The thing that gets me is the fact that this guy is 43 years old. That's well beyond the point where you resort to chile like button pushing for hours on end just to get a rise out of someone. I realize that 26 is far beyond the age where most people threaten to pummel someone's face until they can do nothing but lay there and twitch, but what can I say? Sometimes with some people there is only one way to reach a resolution, and that resolution is generally reached by violence or the threat thereof.
Regardless of all that shit I made good money, got a nice nap in after work, and am set up to get nice and drunk tonight. Tomorrow is my Friday, so more partying ensues after that, plus I get laid. Bonus. (I just happened to get in touch with an old fuck buddy at the right time.) Anywho, I'm going to go begin my victory lap. Ciao.
Well today was definately not really good, and very unlike me. One of my co-workers is a dick. That's pretty inevitable. This particular dick kept grabbing me by the new tattoos today when he needed to get by me. I asked him politely to stop. He didn't. Long story short, he continued to be a child-like prick unti I had to tell him the ways I was going to beat his face into pudding.
That's not the type of thing that goes over too well at work. Regardless, I work at IHOP and not at a respectable place, so I didn't get into any real shit about it. The thing that gets me is the fact that this guy is 43 years old. That's well beyond the point where you resort to chile like button pushing for hours on end just to get a rise out of someone. I realize that 26 is far beyond the age where most people threaten to pummel someone's face until they can do nothing but lay there and twitch, but what can I say? Sometimes with some people there is only one way to reach a resolution, and that resolution is generally reached by violence or the threat thereof.
Regardless of all that shit I made good money, got a nice nap in after work, and am set up to get nice and drunk tonight. Tomorrow is my Friday, so more partying ensues after that, plus I get laid. Bonus. (I just happened to get in touch with an old fuck buddy at the right time.) Anywho, I'm going to go begin my victory lap. Ciao.
Anyway looks like no one wants to go to a hockey game.