Recently I haven't been working with Sir Jerkoffalot. Like the loser that he is, he always gives up his shifts, so I haven't really worked with him lately.
I ran into him on campus Friday. He apparently has a class a room down from my 9:20 class. Hm. Who knew.
I was wearing a hoodie and sweat pants. I had no make-up on. I walked up to him to see what he had been up to (I don't know why) and the whole time I talked to him he managed to stare at my boobs! I was wearing a sports bra underneath that huge hoodie, what was he looking at?! Worthless I tell you. He's worthless. He proceeded to tell me how he quit work and he told them off and blah blah blah. Whatever.
When I went into work tonight he was on the floor chart. I kind of laughed and went to talk to the manager on duty and told him that Sir Jerkoffalot wouldn't be showing up. I told him the story that SJ told me and the manager laughed. That's not how it happened he said.
What a liar. What a loser.
I never have to work with him again. Woo hoo!!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Goodbye Sir Jerkoffalot
Posted by Roxie at 2:30 PM 0 Toasts
Labels: frustrations, perverts, Sir Jerkoffalot, work
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Now that we know each other
let's talk.
Why is it that men are perverted ass holes? Obviously, I don't say "men" in the sense of all men. But those men that are perverted ass holes.
I work with one in particular that will not leave me alone. Let's call him Sir Jerkoffalot I've done pretty well to refuse his advances. He has only become more and more hideous to me as he won't give up.
Honestly. I thought he was cute, hot even. I thought he was charming. Aren't they all. But now that I've gotten to know him a little better I understand.
He's a pseudo-macho man. He played baseball in high school (you know those baseball types) and is now 26 years old working in a restaurant hitting on vulnerable early-twenty-somethings. He secretly hits on every girl with boobs and gets them to trust him and like him. Then they find out he is talking to every other girl. Smooth talker I think not.
He wants to have cake and eat it too. He says "I don't want to be in a relationship." Ahh, I get it. You want a fuck-buddy. That's cool. But not me. After numerous times of telling him "No." He still advances. Even after his "girlfriend" shows up at work bringing him food he's persistent.
The girlfriend part is funny. He says he doesn't want a girlfriend remember? Right. Well, what do you call it when you stand in the front of the restaurant and get yelled at by your "non-girlfriend"???? Hahah... I love other people's misfortunes sometimes.
He thinks he's a regular old Rico Suave, but I know his tricks. So why does he continue to try to get some from every girl? Why does he brag about being able to have anyone he wants? Who knows. Maybe he's overcompensating for something. I think that's the case, actually.
I'm sure there will be more on this guy, but there's my rant for today.
Posted by Roxie at 2:47 PM 1 Toasts
Labels: perverts, Sir Jerkoffalot, work
