There’s this “senior” at my workplace who just lives to poke me for no reason.
Started gym recently?
“Where are the muscles at?”
Sounds playful… until he follows up with weird stuff like:
“I bet every girl sleeps with you now.”
I say no, and he goes, “Thought so.”
Then he asks how many weeks it’s been, and I nervously say, “3 weeks,” thinking gym.
He smirks: “Man, you’ve been dry that long?”

Like… dude, you’re literally a year older than me. Congrats on knowing how to crawl, I guess?

I swear, the guy is like the male version of a clueless teen — laughs at his own jokes before they land, gets offended when you reply, and can’t handle even basic witty comebacks.

My favourite part?
He and his friends diss me for drinking Coke… while chain-smoking right in front of me. Peak logic.

Honestly, some days it feels like I’m working in a zoo. Bars exist for a reason, right?

Anyway — job description should’ve warned me:
“Must be okay with babysitting your senior’s ego.