Hiding from facebook birthday messages. It does work like that, right?

In other news, my work experience colleague has reached new heights of irritatingness. Never have I wanted to kick a person even one hundredth of the number of times I wanted to kick him in one day. I actually visualised using a hospital bed to prop myself with both arms and deliver a two-footed kick to his face. That felt pretty good in my head…

Let’s put it this way. He has no work ethic. He has no initiative. But he won’t follow directions. And he can’t stop touching everything. I’m just waiting for him to accidentally cut his hands off with an electrosurgical unit. Or to drop a calibration weight, preferably 20 kg, on his feet. Did I tell you he wore thongs (aka flipflops) yesterday? It’s an engineering/hospital environment. To top it off, he has a very limited capacity for reasoning and logical deduction. I am emotionally worn to the bone from being so frustrated. Every time our supervisor tells us we’ll be working on something together I want to die. Or, I want to dispose of this other individual.