This Idiot I Work With

This Idiot I work with is a man in his late 30s with a wife and children, which is a surprise in of itself, but after the faux hawk craze has thankfully died; a craze which he was a loyal supporter of, he now has one of those retarded duck tail things on the back of his hair. I thought those were the sole possession of inbred children in the American south, but I guess hey, if it's cool for a hillbilly, it's cool for an aging hipster douche approaching a mid-life crisis. Idiot.

This idiot I work with has now TWICE clicked on those pop up ads that say something like, "Your CPU is infected, Click here NOW!!!" Now, I have to put everything else I need to do with our network on hold so that I can fix this jack stains computer again.

When I explained that that's how some viruses trick you (I figured I'd make the virus sound like a monster so that he would take it seriously), you could see the lightbulb flash on like I'd translated the Dead Sea Scrolls by memory or something.

This Idiot I Work For explained to us that he understands that sacrifices people have had to make over the past year because of the economy. For instance he really wanted to finally buy that Rolls Royce he always wanted, but awwww, he couldn't, and instead had to keep driving his motherfucking Ferrari for another year. And for the record, he wasn't being sarcastic or ironic or anything, he was being 100% serious.

This idiot I work with decided to rewrite some bs company jargon I wrote three years ago that we've been using in press material with no problem. So this moron rewrites what I wrote and then sends me what he wrote so that I can rewrite his rewrite of what I already wrote WHICH WAS ALREADY JUST FINE to begin with. He's one of the worst types of bosses: the kind that hires specialists to do the work he can't but still has to dip his untrained finger in their work thinking that earns him respect.