103. Frump

monday mornings are not my friend.


with them comes the return of work. they also mean that the frump dump guard is on duty.

swear to god - this guard has been sick since he started about 3 months ago. he sits directly behind me. so not only do i get the lovely odor of feet, cig smoke and grease (it was so bad one day i had to make him move to the donor wating room) but he constantly is sniffling and snotting - the kind you can feel go down the back of your own throat. gag. and he coughs. but not a normal cough. more like a 'hack hack hack hack' - he sounds like a cat with a nasty hairball. horrid. and he's a slob. i came in one day to to find his uniform shirts spread out all over the floor, newspaper everywhere - food everywhere. disgusting!

sorry. i just had to get it off my chest. i feel like if i hear him honk, snot or hack one more time i'm going to turn around and smack him over the head (after i get a rubber glove becuase i don't think he's washed his hair since he started working here either...). he's just a big fucking frumpy douche.

what happened to natural selection?

only 34 minutes of his shift left - thank goodness.....

another fun thing - i'm currently having my THIRD cluster heacache in a week. perhaps that's making me exceptionally crabby this morning.........