Mean people suck.

So L, the alpha-male high-school-jock type, comes into the office to deliver his "routine" to our cube area...

L: Did you walk by Dave's office? He's got this plug-in air freshener. Man, is it strong! They should make those with a little thermostat control.
Me: Actually, they do.
L: (to everyone but me) He's like Cliff Clavin! It's just like yesterday, I said Israel hasn't had a hijacking in 50 years, and he goes "uh, the exact year is 1969."

And, of course, he uses that as a segue into his latest ignorant ideas about "what they should do".

God, I hate him.

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I was walking to work today, and I heard an ambulance. I thought it might pull into the parking lot I was about to cross in front of, so I stopped. Turns out the ambulance was headed right across the street from me, where I saw some police cars and at least one person on the ground.

I relayed this story to my co-workers, and the alpha-male high-school-jock fuckhead responds "They were aiming for you! It's a terrorist attack!" and starts joking around in that vein for a while.

I want to pound that motherfucker into mulch.

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A couple of hours ago, the alpha male came back and just hovered, as he is often prone to do.

I turned around, and sure enough he was looking right in my cubicle.

I told him to fuck off.

Then he goes into the innocent victim routine, "who do you think you are, I can stand anywhere I want. I didn't even say his name." Yes, back into third-person I go.

Now, of all things, I feel guilty because I recall a journal where Childfree-Bitch comes into Devi's office, mentions some off-color remark Tony or Todd or one of those T-words made. Devi laughed, as the comment was funny. And the bitch responded, "Oh, laugh! Laugh at my pain!" and then started mocking Devi.

Of course, when I relayed the story of how he responded to one of my neighbors being murdered to some other co-workers, I didn't yell at other people for laughing at my story of his assholitude. So maybe I'm not a bitch.

I'd love to leave here and just get a job in Seattle, except I'd be competing with 30,000 former Boeing employees.