Go To Guy

I must be likeable. I don't understand why I am. I personally think I'm an asshole and I don't think I'd have anything to do with me if I wasn't me. But people seem to like me. And it's starting to kill me. I seem to be the one person at work who everyone feels comfortable confiding in, or more importantly, bitching about others to. While I don't mind this most times, it can get to be annoying. Like when someone came up to me today to bitch and moan that he got ripped a new one and it's not fair because he does so much fucking work, it's unbelieveable. He gets ripped apart for everything while the rest of his unit can do no wrong. Bitch bitch bitch, moan moan moan. It might not have been all that annoying if I thought the bitcher was justified in his bitching. But from where I see it, he got reamed out because he deserved it. I don't work closely with the guy, so I could be way off, but that's my perception. Someone who does work closely with him feels the need to come up to me daily to bitch about the aforementioned bitcher. And someone else bitches to me about him. It's a weird, fucked up circle jerk. I guess I shouldn't complain. At least I'm likeable.

Switching gears, I'm adding a second item to my "likes" sidebar. I fucking love Sharpies. Can't get enough of them. I just bought a 24 color pack of fine point Sharpies. I could squirt!


Dane said...

Oh yeah, you're likeable. :)

Yay, I'm so glad you have a blog. And you big sweetie -- thank you for linking to me!

Walt said...

Oh, YAY!!! My first comment. And from one my all time favorite people.

I'm going to try like crazy to keep up with this thing. Even if I don't have anything to say, which I mostly don't, I'm making myself keep on it.

You're the best, Dane!!!

Dane said...

I just love you to death.

Oh, I imagine every day you'll find something to say. :) The excruciating minutiae of life is what we dump in our blogs/diaries, whatever.

Walt said...

And I love you to death, too.

Excruciating minutiae of life is probably a really good description of this blog. I mean, I'm talking about Sharpies and Swiss Cheese.