O.K., we got this guy, who like outranks most of us because he's been in the Army since the first gulf war. And he's like forty something, but anyways.

He never stops talking! He just goes in circles not making any freaking sense, it blows my mind. He is the most counterproductive person we ever had. He'll talk to people taht are busy and drag them away from work. And sometimes we'll all be busy and he'll just sit in the center of the room going off, and he won't realize nobodies listening to him. AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

And we tried to trade him out of the office. We tried to trade him for the unit's pervert. The creepy guy that has an inch thick file on the Colonol's desk, on him, because he's like a stalker. He follows girls around four inches away, and drools on everything that passes by. Every female is scared to work with him. I could bring up incidents but this is rambling enough as is.

We couldn't even trade him for the unit's pervert. AHHHH!!

O.K. I'm fine now. Bye Bye. I won't blame you if you didn't finish reading this and nobody replies. I just had to get it out of me. That's all.

-moved-

no one knows your army friend. i'll move this to the open board where you're bound to get more responses.

actually isn't this technically a bitch?

hmm.... i would have to agree with patryn.

i'm still drunk. work feels funny. AND i got milk this morning instead of oj. i'm such a rebel.

wow..you rebel you.....milk....hmmm...thats really something.

i'm crazy y0.

werd.

fo shizzle.

fo shizzle my nizzle

later, i'm at work.

oh....damn.

i know, jobs blow donkey nuggets.

and i have to work both of mine today it seems.

fuck it.....one has me scheduled 4-9 and the other has me 3-8.....

doh

fucking idiots....im doing the 3-8 one.

you are such a rebel.