Nov 26 2008
discretion
Should I write about my coworkers, who may or may not be interesting to you? Let’s start. There’s Bloatee, one of my bosses. He’s fat, bald and waddles. He also has a short, brown goatee. It’s bearish. My friend thought of the name “Bloatee” while I was bitching about him one day and conflating his ginormity with the ginormous assholness he was exuding one day. When he’s not being a fat entitled asshole, I think of him as a soft fat fuzzy thing who just can’t keep himself from folly. He’s behind me now, in the print production room, scanning in photos of him and his frat friends back when he was more tolerably proportionate. I wonder: do the holidays have him caught in reverie? Poor Bloatee. <br>I was going to have the friend who anointed him with “Bloatee” meet him at our company Chrismas party, but on account of there being hardly any money to keep me in snacks and computer peripherals, the party was cancelled. Boo.
