My Job

I am an athletic trainer and I work at a small college in a place that's less than urban. The source of most of my frustration and angst at work is this douchebag, whom I'll fondly call "Barney." He shares some resemblance to a caveman, Barney Rubble, perhaps (just look at him), and Barney seemed to be a lame enough name. I am lucky enough to share an office with this idiot, so this blog will be frequently posted with new support as to why he is the lamest human being on the face of the planet. Some supporting evidence right now; 1.) The man has 15 credentials after his name, and feels the need to use them all every time following his signature, 2.) He’s the guy that has a nickname and when he introduces himself to someone, uses his nickname (with all 15 credentials), 3.) He is despised by most of the staff, but is too self-absorbed to notice, 4.) He insists on having the most random, pointless conversations with me, just to make small talk, (which I find incredibly annoying). It has reached the point that when I walk into the building and smell his cologne I want to throw myself from the balcony of the gymnasium. Today, though, was better than most days. Barney is a very anal guy and insists on saving everything on his computer. This man has years upon years of documents on this computer, and yesterday his hard drive crashed. He lost everything! Apparently he forgot to backup his files on floppy disks or anything, so he has to start from the beginning rewriting lesson plans, class lectures, athlete files, and injury evaluations. As he sat cursing his computer, re-typing his work, I sat, smugly smiling, at my desk, reveling at his misfortune.