Again With the Hate

Since it's my last day across from the salescreep (I think he's out tomorrow, and I'm gone for a week after that), I thought I'd present a few choice quotes as I hear them. I'll update this throughout the rest of the afternoon.

We can basically own the sport. With golf you can't do that.

Europe has more of a luster factor.

I'll be out of pocket* all week.

UPDATE: He left early! Salescreep is gone!

Rob
*Okay, Word Detective has his back on this one (scroll down to Pocketapocketapocketa) -- he's using a lesser usage of the phrase to mean "off the grid" or "out of contact" -- but it still drives me nuts. Damn you, Word Detective!!!

As my blog becomes more stream-of-consciousness:

Hate. Him. SO. Much.

Rob

Why I Vomit.

The salescreep just told someone, "We're in the business of dreams." He's selling magazine ads. I'm dreaming of my foot up his ass.

Rob

Hate Rays

The Company dropped a salescreep into the cube across from me for the rest of the month, who's yammering on the phone like a chimp who's learned to schmooze. He doesn't know it, but I'm showering him with hate rays from the moment I see him in the morning until twenty minutes after he's gone. His every word drips with slime.

It's only a few more days, but he just called someone "Hannah Banana," and I think I'm going to throw a chair through a window.

Rob