The Wrath of Bobo Returns
Friday, October 29, 2004
So before I leave work yesterday, I walk over to Dave's office. Chris is talking to him about the whoas of "catch-alls" reaking havoc on the email servers. I squeeze my way into the office... and listen to Chris' laments. I need to talk with Dave about the site I'm designing. So we engage in that conversation... and have a light hearted conversation between the three of us.
Then....
Bobo comes over. Of course he was eaves dropping again. He appears at the front door and leans on the door frame... it makes cracking noises from the stress. It kinda scared me cos it's constructed as follows: door frame >> glass wall. I was sitting in the chair right in front of the glass wall. If it shattered, I'm screwed.
Anyhow, back to the story... all of a sudden, everyone is silent... and their words are all minimum. I'm down to just staring at the ground. Bobo chimes in on the server conversation. And extends the topic way longer than anyone wanted it to be. Chris eventually leaves... squeezing past Bobo. I want to leave too, but I have this sudden sickness of getting too close to Bobo as I leave. So I just sit there.
Silent.
Eventually, an awkward silence fills the office. Bobo still leaning on the frame. Dave now turns his attention to "our" conversation and asks me about our current client. Bobo still leans on the door frame. Dave is trying his hardest to hint him to leave. He doesn't leave. I don't answer Dave's question cos it doesn't involve Bobo and cos I get immobilized everytime he's around. I finally look over at Bobo... and then he gets it. He says, "Oh, sorry"... then finally leaves. Dave has a "WTH" look on his face. And his shoulders drop. We finish our conversation. But the luster is gone.
On the way home... I felt an incredible conviction of my behavior. If it wasn't clear before that I can't stand Bobo, it must be clear now. Dave has already lost it. Everytime Bobo trots over to his office... Dave IMs me with curse words. "F***!!!!" Me, on the other hand, still struggle with it. I felt so bad yesterday. Not about things I said... but more about things I didn't say... it was the things I thought. Why is Bobo so hard to like?
Here's an example:
I was in the bathroom one time, and he runs in... stumbles into the toilet, drops trousers and goes at it. No sanitation paper, no warning... just going at it while I was in there. I got out quick. The sounds were incredibly loud. They sounded more like explosions than flatulation. It doesn't help that I've seen him walk in, do his business, and out of the bathroom without washing his hands. I got a memory of that first time he placed his hand on my shoulder. It still grosses me out. I was sickened by that.
I don't know what to feel... I mean everyone explodes on the toilet once in a while... but it's mostly in the privacy of their own home... I guess it just grosses me out cos of the stigma he's already created for himself.
I could go on and on about him (and I probably will, in the future)... but when it comes down to it, I felt convicted for my thoughts. I'm still trying to fight it.
Then....
Bobo comes over. Of course he was eaves dropping again. He appears at the front door and leans on the door frame... it makes cracking noises from the stress. It kinda scared me cos it's constructed as follows: door frame >> glass wall. I was sitting in the chair right in front of the glass wall. If it shattered, I'm screwed.
Anyhow, back to the story... all of a sudden, everyone is silent... and their words are all minimum. I'm down to just staring at the ground. Bobo chimes in on the server conversation. And extends the topic way longer than anyone wanted it to be. Chris eventually leaves... squeezing past Bobo. I want to leave too, but I have this sudden sickness of getting too close to Bobo as I leave. So I just sit there.
Silent.
Eventually, an awkward silence fills the office. Bobo still leaning on the frame. Dave now turns his attention to "our" conversation and asks me about our current client. Bobo still leans on the door frame. Dave is trying his hardest to hint him to leave. He doesn't leave. I don't answer Dave's question cos it doesn't involve Bobo and cos I get immobilized everytime he's around. I finally look over at Bobo... and then he gets it. He says, "Oh, sorry"... then finally leaves. Dave has a "WTH" look on his face. And his shoulders drop. We finish our conversation. But the luster is gone.
On the way home... I felt an incredible conviction of my behavior. If it wasn't clear before that I can't stand Bobo, it must be clear now. Dave has already lost it. Everytime Bobo trots over to his office... Dave IMs me with curse words. "F***!!!!" Me, on the other hand, still struggle with it. I felt so bad yesterday. Not about things I said... but more about things I didn't say... it was the things I thought. Why is Bobo so hard to like?
Here's an example:
I was in the bathroom one time, and he runs in... stumbles into the toilet, drops trousers and goes at it. No sanitation paper, no warning... just going at it while I was in there. I got out quick. The sounds were incredibly loud. They sounded more like explosions than flatulation. It doesn't help that I've seen him walk in, do his business, and out of the bathroom without washing his hands. I got a memory of that first time he placed his hand on my shoulder. It still grosses me out. I was sickened by that.
I don't know what to feel... I mean everyone explodes on the toilet once in a while... but it's mostly in the privacy of their own home... I guess it just grosses me out cos of the stigma he's already created for himself.
I could go on and on about him (and I probably will, in the future)... but when it comes down to it, I felt convicted for my thoughts. I'm still trying to fight it.
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