It’s all because the last temp filled out the exit survey and said she was miserable because nobody ever talked to her or made her feel welcome. She was so lonely, she quit.
Never. It was too hilarious to watch and hear him once he got on a roll and to see the looks of incredulity on the faces of his victims.
Fiddle_Peghead:
Count yourself lucky.
The following is 100% A-fucking-true. I once had a co-worker who, once he started on about something, could talk non-stop for a half-hour. I don’t mean for a half-hour conversation. I mean NON-STOP, BY HIMSELF, FOR A WHOLE FUCKING HALF-HOUR. He sat behind me, and I would tell him I was busy once he started in. But one of my, shall we say, less assertive co-workers didn’t know how to do that. That is why I timed one of their so-called conversations. Once, a group of eight or so of us, windbag included, went out to lunch. Most of the others were new and didn’t know about this guy. I knew what was going to happen, so I sat at the end and waited for the entertainment. The guy talked through the whole lunch and no one else said a word. I kid you not, the guy didn’t let anyone say a single, fucking word.
When fucktard was done, a simple “What was that? Did you say something?” would have been fitting.