One of my ‘KPI’s is supposed to be getting a whole heap of weight off the fat-bastard I report to. At first I thought – no worries. With a good 50kg to lose, it shouldn’t be too much hassle getting it to start coming off. We had a slight hiccup on the first day and there’s been a steady slide since.
I believe, since this ‘challenge’ started on August the 4th he has undertaken a total of 0 exercise sessions. Excluding one cricket game where he batted for a total of about 20 minutes, and really didn’t do all that much running.
He says all the right things. In fact, about 5 days after this whole thing really took off I was talking to him and it seemed as though his attitude had changed and his motivation had kicked in. It didn’t. He knows what to say to encourage you to think that he’s motivated and really wants to do it. Like telling me that he gave up smoking cold turkey. Fuck off. Don’t fucking lie to me. Someone like him would have cheated his way through a year; taken it up again and then cheated his way to eventually giving up with the help of patches or some fucking thing.
It’s like he’s got ‘poor me’ syndrome combined with major heartlidge issues. He’s full of hot air and fucking excuses. He forgot his shoes this swing. If you’re serious about losing weight; you do not forget your shoes. Your shoes and exercise clothes are the first thing you pack. Normally it’s his workload. Today that excuse was used as his excuse to get out of participating in some sports. Not ony has he signed a fucking contract to do things and control his behaviour in an effort to achieve weight loss, but he’s supposed to be driving the fucking program.
I just get so angry at all the excuses that he makes. But not even that. It’s that he has the guts or gall or fucking arrogance and stand there and make like he’s serious and he’s not just wasting my fucking time. I’ve a good mind to walk into his office and tear the contract up. I would also like to tear him a new arsehole for lying to me, and just for being a fat lazy, insociable guy.
He is one of those fat bastards. One of the ones who always act jolly and happy. One of the ones who’s man boobs wobble just as much as their fucking jowls and 5 chins when they laugh. One of the ones who is overly aggressive, defensive, stubborn and self-effacing. He consoles himself that it’s not his fault that he can’t lose weight. He just doesn’t have time. That’s not his fault. It’s not at all his fault that he can’t fucking manage his time – and that he’s probably in a job that’s way over his head, education wise. He’s a chef for fucks sake. Not that chefs are dumb, but they’re not ‘professionals’ in terms of education outside their field, are they!
Another thing that is really starting to piss me off – and I really noticed a definite attitude change, on my behalf today – his attitude towards work. I’ve mentioned to him a couple of times about a project that I want to run. Tuesday he was all for it – even suggesting prizes. Yesterday he wanted a proposal for it and today it’s not happening. It’s not only a fucking waste of my fucking time; it’s a huge slap in the face for initiatives I’m trying to implement. It’s making me feel as though he’s ‘using’ his power.
I fucking hate that he is so full of excuses, and that he seems to think that it is perfectly acceptable to be that way. It’s just laziness. Just fucking laziness.
Maybe it would be easier if he’d just stop fucking lying and say “I’m a fucking fat, lazy prick.” Admit it.
