To add to the list, fatty is an A-hole.
Top two shelves are mine. Bottom 2 his. That pile of crap on the right hand side of the top shelf is not even mine. And the bottom shelf used to be loaded with crap til he dumped them in the pantry. And now the pantry is overflowing with his worksheets and files and books.Fatty doesn't have any frickin balls. He sucks up to the bosses, acts like he's the king of the house and that he's bloody mighty and shit. He doesn't give a rats arse to the children's education or the way he is treating other people. He calls me inflexible because I told him I didn't know resigning could be such a chore. WHO IS HE to call me inflexible. He's a bloody 26 year old who acts like someone 24 years below his age. He makes annoying sounds and laughs to himself, makes me want to smash his pudgy face with a bleedin' jack hammer. He forgets to switch off the airconditioning, the pantry light and leaves his mouldy frenchfries in a classroom with the seats haphazardly strewn. And I get friggin blamed for it because everyone thinks he's some holy creature because he gets business for them. He's addicted to unhealthy junkfood like Mcdonalds, KFC and spends his whole friggin life chomping on them every single day. He has the audacity to criticise me despite him being such a slacker. He works 4 and half hours every Saturday and doesn't tell the boss while I work 7 hours on Saturday. I don't even get paid for the extra hours and his pay is more than mine. He credits new students to himself but I don't get anything. He goes to work late and then decides to go out for lunch and then sleeps in the third classroom. When a student peeks into the third classroom, he pretends he's making a call. WTH IN THE DARK??!!He's so untidy and loses everything, yet rummages through my stuff to see if I've got the stuff he's lost. Like bloody hell. I won't even dare to touch his bleedin' stuff. And when he has found something he thought I took on his desk he is silent yet haughty for some anonymous skewed reason.
Fatty acts like a gay retard with his high pitched voice and complains like a girl, is so friggin unmanly and expects everyone to act as old as him. He acts so bloody artificial and thinks he can fool the world but not me because I can see through his lies. His seat friggin reeks of some shitass cologne he uses and his seat has already left a dark impression on the carpet, don't know whether it's from his overweight body or because all the sweat dripped on the carpet. He refuses to admit he's disorganised and messes up my stuff. He takes my notes and gives them to his students without acknowledging that they were my sweat and blood. He comes late to work EVERY SINGLE DAY by at least an hour and he doesn't tell the boss.
BURN YOU FRIGGIN FAT ASS.
God forgive me.
