He's baaaack....Rant

No, not A...unfortunately.

I have had a near survivable past 2 weeks. One of the maintenance guys at my work, lets call them MainL and MainT, was gone (MainL was gone MainT was here doing work.) I was glad that MainL was gone, he has a way of getting on my nerves... he thinks he is God's gift to women... but really he is just a pain in the ass.

Now he is back, and he has been up to my office 3 times and even went outside to find me, when I went to gather some information from my car, "just to chat."

Ughhh... He knows about A and I, and what we are going through at the moment, and he is all over trying to cease an opportunity that isn't there. Dumb Ass.

It's annoying and I want to kick him with my really pointy boots, but I am pretty sure I can get fired for the sort of thing. MainT has actually phoned me to warn me that MainL is coming up to my office, as he knows that MainL has a way of pissing me off right quick; and although MainT finds it hilarious, he still feels my pain and is attempting to be a good friend...in between bouts of laughter that is.

And while I am ranting why is it that guys justify pretty much everything by who left who. as in: "Well he left you so really he knows your single and can sleep with whoever you want - so just, you know, go out and get yours, and if you need a willing participant don't be afraid to call me."

I understand that A left me, but the only person I want to sleep with is A. So put that in your pipe and smoke it...oh and thanks for not being subtle about the fact that you want to sleep with me. I gathered that already but the clarification really helps... it helps me to avoid you at all costs because I really have no desire to hear your cheesy pickup lines and I get bouts of nausea at the thought of you coming anywhere near my 3 feet of personal space.
I know you can't see my magic bubble that acts kind of like a force field... but its there and you will know your in it when my pointy boot lets you know... its like a car alarm, get to close and it just goes off...

Sigh, stupid boys...
-Stiletto