There’s a guy in the office that no one likes.
His name is Mike.
Ask anyone who works here and they’ll tell you, “I don’t like Mike.”
They don’t like Mike.
Mike is in sales. He’s short, wide, has tight curly hair and laughs at his own jokes.
When he comes out of the men’s room, he yells out “Don’t go in there! I just dropped an El Dumpo Supremo!”
Mike wanders around the office yelling into his cell phone. Business calls, personal calls, he’s always doing the “cell yell.” He’s pretty animated. Always rolling his eyes and shaking his head at whoever it is he’s talking to.
He has nicknames for everybody. He calls me “Little Buddy.”
I’m around six inches taller than him…
About two minutes ago I saw him steal a handful of change from the office coffee kitty.
He scooped up the coins like they were mints, stuck them in his pocket, scratched his balls and laughed.
So now he’s put me in an awkward situation.
And I don’t like Mike for doing that.