2012.01.25.
I would like to call him an Ass, but I would use Donkey instead. Fittingly, he has a photo of a Donkey’s face covering his own, but I will not post it for obvious reasons.
The Donkey says he wants to learn a new language. At one point last year, he publicly said in his usual monotonic way that he is the most handsome person in our group because he was the only boy (not a comedic comment, if you ask me).
He says he hates the boss of the boss of the boss of his boss, but he just can’t seem to stop working for him. He suggests more tasks, more topics, more areas to be obsessed in, and then he complains incessantly when he is asked to do what he suggested. He hates that boss, but he just can’t wait for the next moment that he impresses the latter. It is just so unfortunate that the latter is beyond all measures of bravado, and clearly is an empty head using the easily “useables” for building his pseudo-intellectual image.
His presence, somehow, gets me to my boiling point faster. Maybe it’s the geekiness, maybe it’s his need for attention, maybe it’s his 5-second lagged response to any question, or maybe it’s just his whole demeanor of being a donkey.
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