Being mean

Once again, or maybe it was twice, I was called mean again today. And I don't remember why. And I bugged a guy too. That was fun. But sometimes he deserves what he gets. And i'm surprised he didn't whip out his bible and drop to his knees when I showed him the book I bought.

The guy reads books all the time, just about every break we get at work he has his face stuck in a book. But only "good" books. He tends to end up on his knees a lot too, although praying doesn't help when you have no life like him I guess. He always asks stupid questions, and has a comment for just about everything. And his favorite word is "whatever".For as much as he thinks he knows, there is a lot about people he doesn't know.

So, being the mean, nasty, cruel, and rude guy that most people seeme to think I am I decided mess with his head a little bit. I left my kind, and gentle, side home today. I found a copy of the Necronomicon at the bookstore and it was pretty cheap, so I picked up a copy and took it back to work and asked him if he wanted to read it. Of course, the first word out of his mouth was "whatever" and then said he didn't think he'd like it. Some of us got a good laugh out of it.

Then one of the gals said I was mean too. But I don't remember what it was i said to her. Or about her. Oh well. Probably nothing really important anyway.