In Waist over
I have many memories as a child. most bad but you don't want my sob story. ugh, I despise those people that 'Project' their emotions onto each other. it was only the other day I was sitting down eating lunch after a tough day of concrete mixing, and a co-working came and he sat across from me, and he starts munching his sandwich so ****ing loud!!! WITH HIS MOUTH WIDE OPEN!! I'm sitting there waiting to regurgitate my own lunch. so I ask him "did you work hard today?", he replied, and without swallowing his food "haha, YEA! I was waist deep in quick-dry cement". I honestly didn't really care, I had more problems right now than his alibi for munching, so I said to this neanderthal "YEA ME TOO!! I'm hungry as **** not to mention you're sitting there eating like a ****ing horse while I try and not throw up!! DO YOU HAVE ANY CONSIDERATION FOR YOUR WIFE AT THE DINNER TABLE?". (I know I should have been polite, but it was getting to me) he looked up at me with big puppy eyes and said: "my wife died 7 years ago". that's an awfully long time, shouldn't the grown man be over it? seriously!! anyway, I told him this "I'm, not your therapist, I'm your co-worker, please stop eating like an ape".
but I didn't get fired that day.. so I did it again...