One of my co-workers did the auto-save for his facebook password, thus enabling me to screw with his account, read all his messages, sending his parents a note: “Sorry Mom and Dad, I want to be a ballet- dancer.”
Anyway,
this co-worker of mine is …well, I don´t like him. He is the prototype of an
asshole. Mediocre to the max (uhm…to the average), superficial and lazy. No fun
at all.
Well, it
was a quiet afternoon, not much going on, too much time not to check out his
messages.
Come on,
I´m in the news business here. Knowledge is my crude oil! Information is leverage.
I might be a backstabbing motherfucker, with all that back channeling and
intriguing. But that´s politics!
This co-worker is what
his ex-girlfriends describe as a classic jerk.
Right now
he has three horses in the race. And he is handling all three of them at the
same time. That´s quite a lot of work. But on the other hand, he doesn´t put
too much of an effort in it. His chat protocols being my witness. (Those three
girls are pretty much bimbos living of daddy´s purse…so he does no harm.)
What I
realized, what was really stunning…no…not that I read the highly intimate and
intimidating messages of a colleague just to pass the time…was the way he
talked to the girls.
It was
total sweet talk. I mean shit like: “Wanna meet for a kiss in the Beyerhaus?” (Yeah
Locki, it´s the one) Dropping things like princess and “Schönste” (Superlative
of beauty). Yeah, real droppings. And I thought to myself, how can this shit
work? Why is it working? Does one really have to sound like a faggot to get it
on with bimbos? Did I…in all my years… pursue the wrong approach?
Anyway, I
have some leverage now, and I´ll fuck him over as soon as I feel the need to.
