Sunday, February 28, 2010

Some people have no "filter," whatsoever... Junkie Fiend at work is possibly one of the funniest people I've ever met - and by "funny," I mean "absolutely pathetic." First he brags to people that he's high at work. Then, he tries to sell drugs to people at work. Then he creates a stink over an absolutely ridiculous, harmless comment and threatens to sue people and the company. Of course, all the while, he makes some of the rudest sexual remarks about customers, employees, whomever may come within eyeshot (not much different than his former coworker junkie buttbuddy, "Douchy"). Then, after he is robbed, tells people that he thinks people at work are behind it... when in all actuality, he likely set it up, himself. After bragging to everyone about all this money he was getting back on his taxes, the IRS proceeded to bend him over a table and insert a ballbat, and it's his own, non-payin'-attention-to-things-ass fault. So instead of getting back a bunch of money, he nearly owes... throw in the fact that he's into a couple people for some pretty good money because of his drug habit (which that tax refund would have went a long way in repaying)... and when asked about his automobile having a car alarm, he "never heard it" (he told the investigators that it didn't go off, incidentally, and that his "best friend" just happened to drive by (a totally out-of-the-way location to either point a or b that he told cops he was coming from/going to) at five in the morning and just thought he had left his window rolled down... in 25 degree weather in the middle of Winter). Being as it is, in fact, an incredibly state-of-the-art alarm system, it's hard to believe that it just didn't go off and/or that he or someone else didn't hear it when it did. The thieves couldn't disable the alarm and they did enter the vehicle. That all goes a long way in equaling a setup. Braggin' about money + expecting money + "oops, no money" + drug debts = desperation.

Guy is really unable to control the things that come out of his mouth... about a lot of things... and manages to just... not think things through, at all... one day, a co-worker/customer/boyfriend of a girl he just totally verbally sexually assaulted/drug dealer/etc. is going to beat the living snot out of him... and I doubt I'll remotely care.