Commentator in a stadium

Okie, I'm slowly catching up on the stories I had promised to tell.

The main source of my wrath here, is this foreign talent that my boss promised to be of a great help to me before he arrived, and the same guy my boss later confessed to me that he doesnt like.

I wonder how come many of these imbeciles hadnt drop dead yet, from the way that they are unable to do even the simplest things on their own. I imagine the fable that a dead lazy boy whose mother tied a biscuit around his neck is true, because I witness such level of laziness myself.

He had to do his work, doesnt he? Or else why is he here? Or maybe his role is to act as a commentator. We all hear him, but he is not making a difference to the soccer game, even when his voice is thundering throughout the stadium.

Once he asked me to print a document for him. Standing behind me, he folded his arms and requested for a print out. I told him matter-of-factly that all the files are in the server, and since he has a computer too, and since I am really busy, it would make better sense if he print it himself.

All the while hands on the keyboard when I am talking.

Then he say he have no idea where the file it. And requested I point it to him. I sighed and clicked to the shortcut on my desk, and then loudly explain to him where does he go next, and next, and next, until he will come to the file.

I hover my cursor over the correct file, and he asked me why dont I open the file to confirm it is INDEED the correct one.

KNS. But ok, I'll do it, just to prove to him that I am correct.

And then? He said, since you had already opened the file, why dont you just print for me?


*fumes come out of my nostril and ears* What the hell! He really have the cheek to actually say that ok! I am appalled. Seriously.