Slacking and Sacking

What a slacker I turned out to be. Missed two posts without even realizing it until last night. I’ve started working out after I get off work and I’m so tired when I get in that I didn’t even think about it. I even fell asleep during the first airing of last weeks Battlestar Galactica episode, but luckily Sci-Fi has nothing better to do than show the same thing 100 times a day. The waking and sleeping life have blurred so much that I’ve been having work dreams. Last night I had a dream that The Gimp was running around the parking garage in the dark screaming with a head from a big cartoon bear suit head on. That was it, just him and his big cartoon head, and screaming. But enough excuses.

Things are reaching critical mass with Stonehenge Mouth. I’m losing my ability to keep my mouth shut and my comments to myself and it seems I’m not alone. Since coming back from his surgery he has not only returned to his normal abysmal self, but has found the motivation and energy to exceed his previous record highs. His idiocy, negativity and unrelenting badgering have been honed and focused into some sort of doomsday device of loathing and hatred that would make a James Bond villain cackle with maniacal laughter at his ingenuity. Sadly, there’s no one to ransom to make him go away, and no secret agent to suavely take him out in a flurry of sex and flames.

Things probably started going south when I sent an email out to some of my coworkers linking to an article about a recent archaeological dig at Stonehenge with the caption “Looks like they’ve been digging around in Bob’s mouth again” where Bob is Stonehenge Mouth’s actual name. Oh yeah, and someone forwarded the email to Stonehenge Mouth. That didn’t go over too well. After that he was more confrontational with me, understandably, but he also started being hostile to others because it seemed he started to realize that most of the others around him couldn’t stand him either.

Today it became obvious that people had put up with Stonehenge Mouth for as long as they were willing when an open letter made its way around the office that was critical of not only of his personal habits, but of the business and monetary impact he was having on the company. The fact that the letter was making its rounds wasn’t the surprise, mostly because I’m the one that wrote the letter, but the fact that all but one person (other than Stonehenge Mouth of course) signed the letter in support and sent it to our manager. I’m actually looking forward to going to work tomorrow just to see if my boss says or does anything in response. I’m even curious if I’ll feel guilty if they fire him because of my bitching.

I’m going to work on the whole schedule thing. Here’s hoping I can tear myself away from the TV for a few minutes Friday for another action packed issue.