Wouldn't You Know It: Part II

in further proof that the jezus freak is just that, a freak, i was using the paper cutter by his cube and he's in there talking with some other guy about curtains. now, i work for a very conservative firm, full of men that wouldn't be caught dead discussing anything domestic, unless it's a home improvement project. and he really seemed to be into the conversation.

need more evidence? the guy has no less than three bottles of skin lotion on his desk, and a bottle of purrell (guess we're a germy bunch), and his work space is almost as neurotically spotless as mine. now, it wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't have the requisite pictures of his perfect little family. but this guy is just screaming to be let out the closet. which would be fine. if he didn't walk like he had a brick up his ass.

it probably doesn't help that he gives me strange looks every day. where's my satan sign when i need it?!