Threw a fit yesterday afternoon. An absolute fit. Read my horoscope afterwards... it actually started out "Touchy, touchy, touchy." Should have read it prior to dropping the f-bomb severals times in the direction, though not AT, my supervisor. He was not happy but he said he agrees with my viewpoint. This new guy is weird. And we want him gone before we end up with bullet holes riddling our bodies.
Yeah... well... we'll see. He may or may not be quite THAT bad off but we don't really feel like having him stick around to find out. For a moment I doubted myself too. Only for a moment, though. Was this a witch hunt? Were we all out to get him because we could be? The answer is "no". One of my co-workers has chosen to keep out of complaining about him due to the fact that he's trying to avoid being shot, if the time comes. Though he is frightened... "They always go for the innocent ones."
This is sad. Very sad. This guy is 25 years old and he's been labeled by us as a nut. And I knows nuts. Believe me, I do. However, this time it appears to be dangerous. We've all got this underlying feeling that has gripped us. We barely speak to one another in here anymore when he is around. However, when he has one of his daily "sit downs" with one of his three superiors, we all spin around in our chairs and spew about the latest crazy dish on this one.
And, yet, still... he has a job here. One of the things I simply cannot understand is how someone who freaks out his whole team can still have a job. How is that possible... and what will it take for him to be fired?
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