Straight No Chaser

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"did you get a chance to make those changes?" he asked before i even sat down.

i mean, he watched me walk in. i have no precedent for sneaking in on weekends. no telepathic powers with which to finish this presentation from home.

good thing i'm too congested to care that he wants me to kill myself.

he's one of those people who's so resigned to his own stupidity that he assumes no one else is smart enough to cancel it out. he is so ridiculously stupid that he doesn't even try to seem less stupid than he is. we've got a wall between us and i still find myself mired in his stupidity, daily.

he really wants me to kill myself. he just trotted stupidly off to q'doba for a "salad" (pshaw, that's all i'm saying), not half an hour after reminding me for about the fifteenth time that we are UP AGAINST A DEADLINE.

what's funny is that i'm the one who gets all these little reminders, when i have been working my ass off since i got here. he's the one who takes random stupidity breaks every ten minutes, sits back and goes "i think my brain's going to explode (jovial laugh)!"

what an IDIOT. i am thinking seriously about going over his head, skipping the assuredly useless step of passing him the finished product and just sending it directly to our supervisor. it would be bitchy of me, but i really do need a break from him. barring that, i could just stand on my chair and scream, brattily, "I'M FINISHED!!!" so that everyone within earshot knows EXACTLY which of us is posing this tremendous setback. i need to finish this and go home so i can sleep. being sick makes me violent. I HATE HIM. shithead.