oh man --why me..:( --not again...

Here we go again...another new staff member...this guy drove a nice pickup truck...had the running boards..cap...big tires..dual gas tanks...Then we met the owner...this guy was tall.....and skinny...but he had hips...his body was odd...he also had a beard and glasses...Then he spoke...I thought maybe he was joking or something...he spoke like Michael Jackson..he even had a lisp in his speech...Well talk about feeding the lambs to the lions..this guy you just knew what last the week...For some reason he centered me out....what the hell ..eh?? Am I sending out homosexual body language cues..? Whatever ...So this guy is stuck on me....grooming seems to come to mind...great Doug..John...and now this guy...Ok so I am asleep in my room...and I slowly woke up to this guy standing over top of me talking to me in my sleep..with the lights off....I think what am I dreaming or something?...So now I am fully awake and lay there listening..while this guy is talking to me in the middle of the night..he is talking about me putting my pride in my pocket. and just carried on from there to knowing how I feel and how he understands me better then I.....He then slips a note under my pillow...and exits my room...The next day I wake up and wonder did I dream that...I check under my pillow and sure enough there is a note there...Put your pride in your pocket...you are loved...One of the guys--Dave noticed that this --MJ was paying too much attention to me..and how I was ready to go in shock as soon as the MJ approached me....Dave came in my room and asked me what is up ...I told him about MJ and how he comes into my room at night terrorizing me by talking to me while I am asleep...I showed him some of the notes he was sticking under my pillow..Dave was listening while picking up my screw driver...he asked what the hell do you use this for? I said I got it on sale...it seemed like a good deal at the time...Dave said come on lets go outside....and with that he said he had an idea....he grabbed my screwdriver and mallet and we went outside..he slid under the pick-up truck ....I asked him what are you going to do? He said he was going to put a hole in his brake line so when MJ hit the brakes he would crash....and that would teach him to f..k with any of us...I said now hold on Dave this guy is a fruitloop but he could get hurt...I don't think its a good idea..With that Dave said too late....I said shit..Dave this is serious--he can't go out on the road with no brakes...not only could he get hurt, but he might also go out of control and hurt someone else...Dave said so what ...he shouldn't be whispering sweet nothings to guys while they sleep and slip notes under their pillows...I smelt gas...gas was dripping from his truck...man it was pissing out now...Dave what the hell did you do...shit man...Dave laughs and says....I guess it was the gas line and not the brake line....as he was prepared to go under and give it another try....I grabbed the screwdriver and said NO!! thats enough...The next night MJ comes into my room again...He starts to chat...I don't know how long he was there, I fell asleep while he was talking...I woke up as He sat on my bed...ok this is something new....what next...another John repeat....Just then Dave comes into my room, and turns on the light..starts yelling at MJ...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE WITH THE LIGHTS OFF...AND WHY ARE YOU WHISPERING AND LEAVING NOTES UNDER HIS PILLOW?---MJ--jumps up surprised ...he is holding my screwdriver...he puts it up to his nose and smell it...hey smells like gas..eh Dave? You bet...next time I won't miss the break lines....leave BOB alone..you sick f...k. The next day we found out that MJ quit.......thanks Dave.....:)