I Am Not Making This Up
Tomorrow, the day before my very last day in this hellhole some people call an office, my first boss here is coming back to make sure that everything I do all day long is documented and ready for the ?transfer of power? as some people are calling it.

This particular boss is rather squicky in nature. For example, he is not above staring. For extended periods of time. And then staring some more. At one point it felt like I had been keeping my arms crossed over my chest for the better part of six months. I am not making this up.

He doesn?t bathe on a regular basis so there?s always some funky smell emanating off of him. This isn?t helped by the fact that he will re-wear a shirt several days in a row. These shirts, though? Some of them are so old that they?re semi-transparent. There?s one in particular that used to be pale yellow. Now, you can see the two dark, parallel strips of back hair through it. I am not making this up.

In addition, to the body odor, back hair and uncomfortable staring, I have seen this man put his fingers in his nose, pull them out, and then put them in his mouth. I am not making this up.

When he was finally transfered to the New York office I breathed a sigh of relief heard 'round the world. Tomorrow, though, he's coming back.

God help us all.