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Run Away Ladies!

I work with a douche bag. I can say this with the utmost of confidence and defy anyone who knows this idiot to prove otherwise.

This kid just turned 21 a few months ago. He came into work a couple months ago with two black eyes. Some guy hit him in between his eyes, thus blackening them both. It was so funny to see because as stated before, he's a douche. This was mad at him cause he (douche) was hitting on the hitter's girl? Who the hell knows. Does anyone care? Not particularly.

He's a douche.

A month later, he comes in and has another black eye. Unreal. Some chick punched him. God I would pay to see this stuff in person. Truly.

He came in with his head shaved last week. He claims to not recall how it happened. He said he woke up that way. Big sign here buddy: STOP DRINKING. Especially around stupid ass friends who do that shit to you.

Douche.

The guy is so icky on so many levels. He thinks that 14 year old girls are hot. Ewww. He was obsessed, and I mean obsessed, with a coworker last year. Would drive past her house. Constantly asking her out. She would be a bitch to him and would. not. get. it. He would ask me for advice and I would tell him to leave her alone.

Douche.

Now he seems to have locked his eyes on another girl at work. I kid you not when we all told her to run away. Don't talk to him. Don't be anything towards him. I think he gets off on people being mean to him. He digs that. That makes him icky. She told him that they can only be friends, that she has no feelings for him at all. His response? "So we're friends for now right?"

::shudder::

When he walked by tonight I asked him about this girlfriend he supposedly had. He said he screwed that up. I'm shocked by this information I tell him. He said he was too nice to her and she wanted him to treat her like crap. (Ok, I can understand this on some level. I broke up with an awesome guy when I lived in AZ because he was too nice. I was used to the dirtbags and when something better came along, I couldn't deal. But this coming from the douche? No.) So I said, "Is that why she punched you in the face?" He didn't answer for a moment then said he didn't have a comment. Yeah, I didn't think so.

He is so shifty. Stalker. Gah. No department wants him. We dumped him off to one department, they sent him to another, that one had a hissy. He's just the bitch of the store. Whoever needs a body to do some mundane job, you know who to call.

Douche.

So what are the ladies to do? I'm so tempted to be the bitch and talk to the store manager about it. Then I think, he hasn't done/said anything to me so um why should I stick my nose in there? If someone isn't liking him it's their decision on who to talk to, if anyone. I just get tired of seeing him at work. When he opens his mouth? Blech.

Did I mention that he's a douche?

It's true.

Comments

Les Becker said…
Can't you get him fired? Get some girl to punch him in the store. PAY her to punch him in the store.

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