The Consensus is Shared On The Motormouthed Lobotomite

Bit of a personal follow-up to a previous blog here.

A refresher, we have two new, 40-something year old, people at the McDonald's I work at.

I am not fond of either of them to say the least.

One of them is a "Motormouthed Lobotomite" - I have dubbed him - he is a fat, unsightly, stimulant abusing, juggalo, to say the least.

I have recently, just today, learned that the consensus amongst all my coworkers - managers included - is that the guy is a creep, or at least seems like a creep.

Everyone's disgusted by him, especially the women on the closing shift - which is the shift he's on.

There's this one girl, she's nice - fairly friendly, has a sense of humor, young though - she works in the back drive window, which is just a hallway with a window and no other exit.

She said that this man had sort of cornered her and trapped her in a conversation that she didn't want to be a part of, he was blocking the only way out - and again, the man is a creep with low impulse control (evidenced by his admittance that he smoked crack once, evidenced further by his other drug stories that he's regaled other coworkers with).

Other gripes are that the man doesn't work, just sort of stands there and doesn't make much effort. He's slow when he does work - doesn't do things right, etc.

There's one coworker, another closer - works very hard and very diligently - he hates this Motormouthed Lobotomite because he fat fingered a button and fucked an order up like no tomorrow, came back on the line and started tapping the sandwich with it open and saying straight to face of this man who does more work than him that he made it wrong, aggressively, repeatedly, etc.

This fat fucking retard fat fingered the button and removed the meat, and put the wrong type of onions on it, and some other shit.

But I have a personal vendetta against the man.

You see, before this job - I had a gas station job. Nights.

He would come in, he was a prison guard - he would get two of the cheapest, trashiest, energy drinks - Bangs - and then get some nicotine pouches. Always the highest MG count he could get.

One day, he came in, went to the bathroom, stayed in there a long time, then left without buying anything. No eye contact. He didn't return for two months.

That motherfucker shit ALL OVER that floor.

No, I did not clean it - but somebody did.

I hate this motherfucker like you wouldn't believe, and that consensus is shared - which I find humorous.

He probably won't be working here for long.