Mr. F*ck Up

This is a fresh one. This happened today and I'm still reeling from it.

"Mr. Anger Management" called me over to his desk today to look at some work. He then proceeded to ask me if this was wrong. I took a look at it and confirmed with him that the work we were looking at was absolutely wrong. And then he tells me that this was my work. He shows me the files and it has my name on it. And then I told him I don't remember doing that. He proceeds to tell me "We can't be releasing things if they're wrong. You need to go back and fix it." I asked him if he altered my file because I never did those changes and he got a little defensive and reiterated that it was my name on who modified the file last. I even asked him why he had my file open. He said he was reviewing things similar to mine and he just wanted to see how I did it.

I was starting to shiite bricks a little bit because sometimes I am wrong and I don't catch it. But this was a big mistake and usually I catch things like that. So I go back to my desk and look at the files and guess what? They're right. My files look correct. WTF?!?!?

So I go back to Mr. Anger Management and tell him my files are correct and that he probably opened the wrong file. So he opens my file again and guess what? My shiite is not wrong! And then he tries to tell me some story about how there's multiple ways of doing this. Yeah....there are. But the end result is the same. Man up and admit you made a mistake. It happens. This isn't the first time he's done this to me. Or other people as well. This is actually a daily occurrence. His nickname should be "Mr. F*ck Up".

Give It To Me

It was just a regular day at the office and not that many people were around. It was just me, "Ms. Jaeger" and a few other people so it was pretty quiet. Ms. Jaeger joined me in my cubicle for some non-work activities.

I had something good in my hand and I saw her eye f*cking it. I knew she wanted a piece so I said "What are you waiting for?"

"I dunno, I'm scared...it's just looks so...pink!"

"Here....just close your eyes and tilt your head back. Now, open your mouth. Imma stick it in...."

"Mmmmmm! Oh my god! I want some more...."

A head from the next cubicle over pops up and look directly at us. It's "Mr. Drudge" and he asks "What are you guys doing? It sounds very inappropriate from over here!!!"

I look at Ms. Jaeger and then back at Mr. Drudge and say "What are talking about?"

"Close your eyes? Tilt your head back? Open your mouth?"

Me and Ms. Jaeger look at each other and immediately begin cracking up. We didn't even realize that it sounded that way. I was just eating a burrito and I was offering her some. She declined cuz of the way it looked but once she tasted it, she wanted more. Hahahahahaha.

Friends Who Care, Share

Back in the day, we used to all bring food in to work and share with one another. And on days we didn't bring food, we'd all go out to eat lunch somewhere. Well, one of the cats that would "join" the festivities was "Mr. Savage". He was a good guy but he lacked some common sense.

The concept of sharing seemed to elude Mr. Savage. He knew full well of the concept of taking though. He was extremely good at that. You see, we all brought food and SHARED with each other. He always participated when we shared food but he never seemed to contribute. I mean, there were days where I didn't bring food but still participated. But the next time, I brought enough to make up for the fact that I didn't bring the last time.

The days we would go out to eat and he didn't get invited, he would be pissed at us. Gee, I wonder why we didn't invite him? So we started to invite him just to be nice. And then on days he would go out to eat, he wouldn't ever invite any of us. When we go out, we ask if anyone wants anything from the place we're going or if they wanna come along. When he goes out, he just says that he's going and takes off.

Friends who care, share. I wear a shirt to work that says that exact message. And if you don't abide by that rule, watch out for a sucker punch! Or a flat tire. Have a nice day.

The Presidential Suite

There was this one cat, "Mr. President", who always had a drink in his hand. It was either coffee or an energy drink.....or both. I swear that this fool was gonna have the jitters or something. Maybe a nervous breakdown or cardiac arrest? Whatever it is, I don't wanna be around when it happens.

One day I saw him without either. And there was a huuuuuuge difference. The guy was like a sloth. He couldn't move, he couldn't function, he couldn't think. He just sat there taking up space and using up precious air that I could be using. Homeboy was hooked. I never thought of coffee or energy drinks as a drug but it sure did seem like it to this cat. I even knew when he used the bathroom. It smelled like someone poured their drink into the urinal. Ewwwwwwww.

From that day forth, I vowed to never drink coffee or energy drinks. I saw what it could do and I'll pass.

It's been 2.5 years since I've seen the guy. I wonder if he's still alive? If he is, he's probably at a Starbucks as we speak...

Twinkies, Twinkies Little Star

One of our coworkers use to run a little snack shop that we liked to call "Chubbie's Diner". He had all sorts of snacks like chips, corn nuts, candy, twinkies, oatmeal, granola bars, soda, water, beef jerkey, popcorn, etc. It was the place to be....if you wanted to be chubby. But anyways, "Mr. Whispers" sat next to the Diner along with the owner and one day "Mr. Anger Management" came by for a snack. We were a little surprised to see him stop by cuz he had been spouting off for the past few weeks about how he's on a diet for his wedding so he can be all sexy and what not. Well, he was shopping around for snacks and ended up grabbing some twinkies to munch on. Twinkies aren't exactly the healthiest food now. So Mr. Whispers sarcastically says "Aren't you supposed to be on a diet?"

"What? Why do you care?!?!?!?!"

"I was just asking since you don't want to go out and eat anymore. I thought those twinkies might sidetrack you."

"I can eat anything I want, when I want!!!!!!!!!!"

Mr. Whispers chuckled and said "Oh, I was just sayin'......"

"I don't need you to be watching what I eat. I can do whatever I want. It's my life!!!!!! Damn, you're worse than my Mom and my fiance`!!!!!"

And in his rage, Mr. Anger Management took off from the store with the twinkies in hand. He forgot to pay that day.

But he did come back the same week to pay off his debt and even included a little tip. And I think he grabbed a couple more twinkies that day too.

Music For the Soul

So this doesn't really count as a Cubicle Adventure, but since it was discovered while at work and it involves someone we know, we figured we would be doing society an injustice if this wasn't shared....it's just too good to pass up!

Let's just call him Mr. Flaccid, and he's got the voice of a Filipino angel. ENJOY!

No One Else Comes Close, in the key of F

I Wanna Know, in D minor

UPDATE***new recordings!

Star Spangled Banner (w/ video!)

All out of Love (w/video!)

It's So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday

do yourself a favor and listen to everything in its entirety. gems like these are hard to come by.

Damage Control

We work with very sensitive material and we are advised to lock our computer screens if we happen to step away from our desk. We are "supposed" to let a supervisor know if we happen to see a fellow coworker not lock their screen. Well, I like to take justice into my own hands....

One day, "Mr. Gorbachoff" stepped away from his computer for a long while and he forgot to lock it. "Mr. Whispers" pointed this out to me and I got all wet in the panties at the thought of this. I immediately hopped onto his computer and did some "damage". I crawled back to my seat just in case he saw a head walking away from his desk. Mr. Whispers and I laughed at the thought of his reaction when he discovers the "damage".

So Mr. gorbachoff returns to his desk and continues his work. He probably continued with his work for another 30 mins or so. And then he got up to leave and this time he locked his computer. And to his surprise he discovers his desktop picture to be that of 2 MEN being intimate with each other. He starts to flip out. "How did my picture change?" He has his arms raised to his sides wondering what the heck is going on. He even looked under his desk. What the heck? Hahahahahaha. He was making such a big deal out of it so everyone passing by stopped and took a look at his computer. They all chuckled at seeing the BrokeBack Mountain picture.

I just sat at my desk holding in my laugh and pretending like nothing happened. Hahahahahaha. Always lock your computer!!!! I think to this day, he still doesn't know it was me. Muahahaha.

Spread the Love

One day "Ms. Roofies" and I were in our spot where we like to have some privacy and chill out away from everyone at work. We were doin' our thang, mindin' our own business when all of a sudden someone walks in. We quieted our voices so no one would notice us. I guess we did an excellent job of staying hidden cuz whoever walked just did something that almost blew our cover.

I'm normally one who can keep my cool but when something like this happens, I just lose it. I don't kow why. It might be because I'm immature and do this on a regular basis and I find great satisfaction to know that someone else is doing this too. It just puts a smile to my face.

So what did this person do that made us almost blow our cover? FART!!!!! It was a nice, juicy, wet one. You could totally hear the liquid as it splattered onto their underwear. You know this person had to lift their leg above their stomach to get that kind of tone. And you can't bend your knee or else you get a different kind of tone. This was a thing of beauty. Right when I heard it, I looked into Ms. Roofies eyes and it was like magic. We couldn't contain ourselves. It was like 2 kids who just found a jar of cookies. We were that giddy. I look forward to lighting someone else's eyes the way this person did to mine. Spread the joy, spread the love, and spread the cheeks to get that great sound.

Stop, Drop and ROFL

One day I was listening to some jams, just minding my own damn business when I heard a loud thud on the other side of my cubicle. "Mr. Nugent" sat on the other side of the cubicle so I started to laugh. I was thinking that he went to go sit in his seat and the seat rolled back so he fell on his arse. So here I am chuckling and I stood up to see the damage cuz I wanted to laugh in his face. As soon as I took off my headphones, I heard Mr. Nugent say "Are you alright?".

So it couldn't have been Mr. Nugent who fell....

Who the hell sits next to Mr. Nugent?

"Mr. Peg Leg"!!!!!

Now I started to feel bad for laughing cuz Mr. Peg Leg is actually handicapped. Eff me!!! So a few other people who heard the thud also came over to try to help and see if Mr. Peg Leg was ok. Here I am standing at my cubicle trying to hold my laugh in and pretending to look concerned.

So I immediately emailed Mr. Nugent, cuz I didn't want to go over and talk about what just happened all out loud. "WTF just happened? Did homeboy really just eat shiite?"

And the response I got was "Yeah. He said he tripped over the cabinet cuz he wasn't watching where he was going but it looked like his leg just gave out and he dropped. He didn't even want help getting up. He pushed everyone away."

Is it wrong that I laugh at other people's misfortunes? Only if you laugh in their face. Or if they actually get hurt....

The No-Look Look Pass

If he were a point guard he would rule. On a 3 to 1 fastbreak, the defender wouldn't know which way the ball would go. Or even a QB, he would dominate the field. He could look off the safety all day and throw to his man down field at the same time.

My boy "Biggie T-mac Nash" is a helluva dude. He's a nice guy with good intentions but he has a little bit of a social problem. He's a little bit awkward to talk to if you're a female. I think he's asked every single female in the office to go out to lunch with him. And his method of seduction? COUPONS! Hahahahahaha.

"Hey do you wanna go to KFC for lunch? I got a 2 for 1 coupon..."

"Uhhhh....ok?"

I'm not gonna hate on his game. Everyone plays a little bit different. I just think it's funny to see how other guys approach the same thing I do. You're my boy Biggie T-Mac Nash!!!!! Just roll with the punches and keep at it. You'll snag one eventually.

Behind Door #1

Another day in the delivery room started off like any other day. I'm doin' my thang, delivering a food baby, and people are doin' their thang, making it rain showers of gold, and we're respecting each others business. But this one time, somebody decided to cross the line.

When you walk into a bathroom and you try to open a stall door and it's locked, it usually means that somebody is in there. USUALLY. Actually, 99.9% of the time it means that. No, scratch that. 100% of the time it does. If the door you tried is locked, then try the next door and so on until you score. If all of them are locked, then you're shiet out of luck.

Well, on this day I was giving birth at the normal time I do on an everyday basis when someone tried to open the door. Of course it was locked. So he tried the next door. That, too, was locked. Shiet out of luck for him. Or so I thought.

There were only 2 stalls in this delivery room. And this guy went for door number 3. Door number 3? Where is that?

It's underneath door number 1! I was behind door number 1!

After being unsuccessful with door number 2, this guy decided to go back to door number 1 and look underneath it. I saw his eyes meet mine. WTF?!?!?!?!?! Who does that?

I got so creeped out I just finished as fast as I could and stormed out. And on my way back, I saw "Mr. Peeper" stretching his hamstrings, like a ballerina, on the balcony ledge. WTF?!?!?! Why is he stretching....

Woah-MAN

Visiting hours are always cut short for a reason; people need to rest or the prisoner has to go back. Well here at work there’s someone who either isn’t doing what there suppose to do and feels that visiting others is a cool way to get people to hate him.

This dood goes around to who I figure are his peeps and drags them along where he wants to go and in the process begs them sometimes. C’mon man, do you really have to beg for their company? I suggest that you grow a sak and deepen your voice and man up.
Seriously, the high voice is only for choir chicks so lose it or take up smoking

So remember when visiting people keep it to a minimum and don’t hang out and beg people to go somewhere with you. The doctors and guards need to get their work done too.

16 Lunches

Mr. Whispers always has food in the morning and always has home made lunches. They look and smell really good all the time. Sometimes I'm not even hungry but once I catch a whiff of it, I suddenly get the munchies. Some days it's breakfast burritos or tamales or carne asada or something damn delicious. I just want someone else to distract him so when he's not looking so I could take a few bites.

So one day I asked him if he gets up early to make that or if he makes it the night before?

"Neither. My girl made it."

"Damn son! Does she got a sister?"

"No....but she has a cousin."

"Hook a brotha up!"

"Ok, I'll tell her...."

"You got pix? Like on myspace?"

"No, but my girl does.....oh yeah, her cousin is 16 though!"

"Hmmmmm........for lunches........everyday? I think. I could do 16!"

Hahahahahahahaha. Thanks for the hookup Mr. Whispers! And thanks to Mrs. Whispers for all the food you cooked that I ate while Mr. Whispers wasn't looking!

Slang 101

There was this girl who used to work with us. She wasn't from around here. She wasn't even from the US. She was from some Asian country where they speak "ching chang chong and I can't understand the words you're saying, go back to your country WH!T3 P0W3R!!!!" Nonetheless, she was a very intelligent girl and pretty fun to be around. The only thing is, she didn't understand our slang. Everything was literal with her.

One day a group of us (3 girls, 4 guys) were all joking around and emailing each other at work and she never responded to any of them. She usually replies when we're mass emailing each other. So I went to her desk and asked her what was wrong. She said she didn't understand anything were talking about and she felt so left out. I was usually always the one to explain things to her since she felt comfortable with me. Well, on this day we happened to be having a discussion on all things explicit.

Great! Now I had to explain everything to her. Keep in mind that we're still at work.

First thing to explain: PROTEIN SHAKE
Damn! I tried explaining it in a politically correct fashion since there were other people around us and they might hear us. "Ummm...it's like a drink but it's really thick. And it's made from the secretions of a man..." But she still didn't get it.....so I made the motions of me j3rkin' off into an imaginary cup and then offering her to drink it. And then I even drank it. Then she understood. Hahahahahaha.

Next thing to explain: TRAIN
I didn't want to say "interc0urse" or "s3x" out loud and I didn't know any other word to describe it. So I made gestures once again. I extended my pointer finger on one hand and with my other hand I made a circle shape with my thumb and pointer. I then proceeded to move the extended pointer in and out. And as I was doing the motions, I was saying "One person goes first and then when he's done, the next one goes..." Right as I'm doing this, the supervisor walks by. UH OH!!!!!

Here I am crouched by a female's desk and making s3xual gestures. It got quiet real quick. And after the supervisor left, we nearly died of laughter. We were cracking up so hard. I thought for sure we'd get fired. Or at least be put on a s3xual harrassment case.

I told her I'd explain everything else AFTER work so we don't get caught in a sticky situation again. Hahahahahahaha.

Cookies anyone?

Do you ever have someone at work bring in goodies for the office to have and enjoy. At my office we have many who bring goodies, however one in particular does it often and when you get one oh his goodies he’ll keep an eye on you.

You notice the goodies and like a normal person you go to investigate it and politely ask may I have one? He then replies “sure” little do you know this is all a web that is spun to catch his victims. Many have become aware of this guy I call Night Crawler. They are aware to his games. But yet many fall victim to his sugary sweets that he uses to plump you up and make you feel ill of what I call the morning sugar crash.

Honestly I wouldn’t take water from this creepy night crawler because he showed me his true colors one day. Frankly I can’t trust anyone who sits in the dark in front of there computer before its time to punch in for god knows who long. Or anyone who dates people old enough to be there great grandma, that’s just sick!

He tends to go after people who are not as intelligent much like me but either way be cautious. Just ask yourself if a hairy blue monster with crazy eyes was giving you cookies would you take them? Prolly not and yes he does look like the cookie monster with a Hawaiian shirt. Consider that a description to go by.

The Banana Incident

There are a couple cats here at the office who like to criticize my eating habits. So sometimes when I'm eating, I intentionally stare at them so they know that I don't care what they say cuz imma eat whatever the hell I want to and they can suck it.

One day I was eating a banana and I was staring right at them. But I wasn't eating the banana in a normal fashion. Hahahahahaha. Let's just say it was a little bit sensual. Well, they were getting a rise out of it. They were laughing their asses off. But they started laughing even harder when they noticed someone, who was behind them, watching the whole thing also. God bless her soul. This little, old lady happened to witness me deepthroat a banana and I don't think she can ever look at me in the face again. She had this face of shock. Kinda like she saw a ghost or something. I don't think she's ever seen anybody do that in public before. I'm pretty sure she's scarred for life.

I haven't spoken to her since the incident. I usually have conversations with her every other day or so but I think she might be afraid of me now. She probably thinks I do that stuff on the regular. Hahahahahaha.

Chicken Of The Sea

One day I was in the break room preparing my lunch when this old cat walks in. He starts preparing his lunch as well....but I can see him eyeing my food. I notice this and I try to block his view by using my body as a shield. Now he can't see my food. Suckaaaaaa! Hahahahahahaha.

And then he asks, "What is that?"

"Chicken."

"Not tuna?"

"No....chicken!" I swear I said chicken, not tuna.

"Where did you get that?"

"Costco."

"For how much?"

"I think it was around $12."

"Wow. That's really expensive. Why didn't you just get Tuna?"

"Uhhhh.....cuz I got chicken!"

"What's the point then?"

"I.....like.....chicken?"

He started saying some other crap but I ignored him and walked away while while he was still talking. He's lucky that I was hungry or else he woulda got a spinning split-legged Van Damme jump kick to the face 4 times in a row.

Abstinence on Ice

A few months ago, "Mr. Sanders" and "Mr. Dirty" happened to be in the lunch room at the same time. The age difference between the two is probably 50 so they hardly ever talk. So Mr. Sanders decides to strike up a conversation.

"Have you heard that new song Sex On Fire?"

::Chuckles at hearing the song title:: "What?"

"That song by Kings Of Leon?"

"Uhhhh...never heard it."

"So they must be a new band?"

"I'm not really sure"

"I really like that song!"

Just the other day, "Mr. Nixon" was at the printer and Mr. Sanders passed by and struck up a conversation with him. Again, the age difference between the two is about 50 so what do they have in common?

"Hey, are you going to the concert?"

"What concert?"

"Kings of Leon..."

"Oh..."

"...at the open air theater at SDSU."

"I didn't know about it."

"You like that song Sex On Fire?"

"Yeah, it's pretty cool."

"So, are they a new band?"

"I think they've been out for a while..."

"Oh, so this is their breakout hit then?"

"Yeah."

"So do they have other albums or is this their first one?"

"Uhhhhh....I'm not really sure."

::awkward exit::


I'm beginning to think that Mr. Sanders has a routine for picking up young boys. Listen to songs on the radio that have suggestive lyrics and have been out for a year or two and then invite them to the concert in hopes of getting them drunk to take advantage of them.

Note to self: If Mr. Sanders ever askes me about Kings Of Leon, bring up the show "To Catch A Predator" and if he's seen the latest episode.

Food For Thought

I'm a pretty heavyset guy and I know it. I'm trying to drop a few by eating healthier. But there's this guy in the office who tries to give me advice on what I need to do. Here are a few of the things he told me:

1) You eat too much.

Everything at my desk is apples, oranges, bananas, nectarines, grapes, wheat bread, peanut butter, almonds, walnuts, and oatmeal. I like to think it's pretty healthy. A little bit of everything above throughout the day is better than eating a bag of chips and cookies and snacking of junk food all the time.

2) You drink too much water.

Homeboy asked me how much water I drink throughout the day and I told him 2 gallons. He said that was waaaaay too much. And then he proceeded to tell me that he read somewhere (probably online) that too much water is bad for you. I guess he never noticed that I'd go running on my lunch breaks and I sweat like crazy and all I'm trying to do is rehydrate myself.

3) Bread is bad for you.

I'm eating multi grain bread, not white bread. It's not like I'm overloading on bread. I eat 2 slices a day and that's it. I've cut back my carb intake by at least 60%. I used to eat rice every meal. Now, only one meal a day.

I don't mind people giving me advice but this guy swears by all the things he tells me. And I look at him and he's not exactly "healthy". He's a pretty heavyset guy as well, which makes me wonder about all the advice he gives. Obviously something isn't working. It's not working for him, so I'm not listening to him. Or he might be one of those people who have the "Do as I say, not as I do" mindset. Nonetheless, a spinning split-legged Van Damme jump kick might coming his way soon if he doesn't shut up.

The Delivery Room

I was in the delivery room giving birth to a food baby when I heard someone come in and they made it rain, R. Kelly style. I know pretty much the entire office by the shoes they wear. They might as well as put my computer in the delivery room since I'm there so much. But anyways, after the showers of gold stopped pouring, homeboy washed his hands and was headed out the door. And the next thing I hear is a loud thud!

"Jesus Christ!!!!!"

Someone had just slammed the door right into him. All I hear is a little apology and then feet scuffling making their way into the handicap stall. Another food baby on the way but this one was urgent. No care for other people in the path. The dilation on this one must have been at least 3cm and the contractions were probably 5 minutes apart lasting for about 45 seconds each. That baby was eager to get out.

Party On

There was this one cat who was pretty cool (at first) and wanted to party all the time. We went out and partied it up and had good times. It was actually very fun.....for the first few times. And then he started to hit me up all the time. Everyday at work, he'd ask me if I wanted to go out and drink later on. Keep in mind that I had a 2nd job, so I couldn't go out all the time. Weekends were my time to unwind, not the weekdays. I'd always tell him I was too busy to go out and it seemed like he was disappointed in me. I didn't really care cuz I actually had stuff to do. And then he started showing up at my 2nd job and it started to get weird. I didn't mind at first since my 2nd job is a very public one. But it started to get uncomfortable when one night he started to refer to my company and my associates when he wasn't in the right state of mind. He wasn't doing it intentionally so I don't really have any ill will towards him but it just made us look bad cuz he was spouting our names and our company at the wrong time.

But it's all good and I don't hate the guy. I just needed some breathing room. Here's a tic tac. (=

Open Door Policy

Have you ever been walked in on? Whether it has happen to us or not, we wouldn’t ever want to be caught in an embarrassing situation. It can make things awkward between the parties involved. Or it can end up on a blog just like this one.

There’s this dude at my office who is an odd individual. He is foreign and he may not be use to our customs yet. For example he likes to hide his accent. I find accents cool especially when the person owns it. But I guess this dude may want to be looked like as an American when at first glance he looks Asian, he is Asian. I mean I’ve been mistaken for many other ethnicities but my own, but I digress.

This dude also talks a lot at the office and loudly I may add. It is stressed at the office to use our inside voices or talk quietly. But this guy speaks as if you’re clear across the room. This guy also chimes in when he wants. I don’t like to butt into other peoples conversations unless they ask for my opinion or invite me into the conversation.

One day I had to use the restroom, so I made my way to the door of the restroom when I turned the handle and open the door and the Asian loud talker that doesn’t mind his own business was sitting down doing his business on the toilet seat. Holy crap I thought to myself as I saw him look up at me in surprise to find the door open. Yikes I close the door and uttered “you may want to lock the door.” As soon as I closed door I him set the door lock. The image unfortunately is burned in my memory.

Soon after I told the guys I was in the training room with what had happened, they all laughed hysterically. Everyone asked how long I had the door open? I swore it was like 10 seconds but actually more like 3. This guy from that point on can’t look at me in the face anymore. And to top it off this guys appearance has gone from tall heavyset Asian to tall heavyset Asian with a mop top and now happens to look and can now be mistaken for a woman. I may have inadvertently caused this guy to have an identity issue.

My latest restroom visit has allowed me to catch this guy fixing his hair. If you ask me to describe this dudes hair style in one word I would have to say “Beatles.” This hair style is popular among Amish and Comedians and he’s neither. Please! I mean you’re at work and your hair do is a don’t for men why are you so focused on making it appear any worse than it already is.

In conclusion I hope this story inspires you to LOCK your doors that you may close behind you. If you have an open door policy, FINE but lock the door and also to accept who you are and just OWN IT and ROCK IT!

Tricks Of The Trade

One day "Mr. Anger Management" came by to "Mr. Whispers" desk to show him a few tricks of the trade. Well, "Mr. Hotshot" sat in front of Mr. Whispers and he overheard the tricks being exposed. I guess Mr. Anger Management happened to open up a file that belonged to Mr. Hotshot and he didn't take too kindly of his info being messed with.

"What are you doing opening up my file?"

"I'm just trying to teach him how to do something."

"Why are you using MY file?"

"It's ok, I'm not changing anything. I just opened it. This is just an example."

"Well, you shouldn't be opening my file."

"I'll open it if I want to."

"No, you can't do that...."

"What are you gonna do about it?"

And then Mr. Hotshot gets up and leaves. Mr. Anger Management and Mr Whispers are reeling over the eavesdropping. No one was talking to Mr. Hotshot. He just had to butt in and interrupt the session. Here I am cracking up after witnessing this whole fiasco. Mr. Anger Management is furious. He started to whisper obscenities and talk so much crap about Mr. Hotshot.

A few minutes later Mr. Hotshot returns, but this time with reinforcement. He brought along "Mr. Peg Leg", a higher authority. Here I am still laughing inside but staying calm on the outside. Mr Peg Leg is all business. SO he starts to gather all the facts from both sides and eventually sides with Mr. Hotshot.

Again, Mr. Anger Management is furious and ready to cause a ruckus but since Mr. Peg Leg is a higher authority, he has to swallow his pride and follow the orders given. So he takes off since he was proven to be in the wrong.

After Mr. Anger Management is gone, Mr. Hotshot looks at Mr. Whispers and me and asks "What's that guys problem?" I gave one look at him and went back to my work. Eff him!