Naturally, this brings me back to my next beef with this idiot; he has the single worst sense of humor in the Western hemisphere. Every time someone conducting some kind of lecture gave him the opportunity, he would blurt out some cornball comment that NO one would find funny, as shown above. Or you know, something would be wrong with the software, or the keyboard, and then the instructor would make some remark about how much Windows XP sucks or whatever, and he would blurt out, "Better make sure Billy Gates doesn't hear you!" He would always follow such asinine remarks with a hearty, forced laugh that no one accompanied, usually establishing an awkward moment of everyone looking down at their shoes, waiting for it to pass.

Not only would he make his own horrifyingly bad jokes and comments, but he would also be the only guy in the whole room to laugh at anyone else's obviously failed attempts at humor. It happens all the time; someone says something they thought was funny in their head, and then they realize it's not that funny after all. Out of courtesy and common understanding that it happens to everyone, you're supposed to give the customary forced smile and "hmm" chuckle. Not this guy. No matter how dry the joke, he will guffaw in false delight, and again create an environment of awkwardness for everyone to simmer in.

Going back to how he wants to know everyone, he's the guy that always sticks his nose in your business like a creep without you realizing it, so you think he's capable of stalking you and cutting you up into pieces. The first presenter after lunch, Kelly, was busy trying to set up the projector, and all of a sudden, before she introduced herself to the group, goes: "So Kelly, how was your weekend?"

He says this as if he knows her and they are buddies. She was completely discombobulated at this and utterly confused. I bet scared, too. Incidentally, he asked this of everyone. Unreal. Totally without tact. I wanted to beat him. What a weirdo. Did I mention he was 31, and graduated from a top-ranking school, earning his Master's degree from an IVY LEAGUE school? Pa-the-tic. The economy hasn't been THAT bad. I wouldn't have wanted to hire him either. Put that on a little post-it note.

Well, enough bitching about the "French" guy. The rest of the afternoon my brain went into sleep mode and all I could think about was how much my life was going to suck working with this guy. Luckily, he was not assigned in my office. Also they let us go early since none of the equipment worked.

So it wasn't too bad after all. I couldn't believe though, that there was going to be two weeks of this madness. All I could think about on the subway ride home, sandwiched in between a Mormon trying to hand out literature and a leather-clad biker named Nancy, were the oft-repeated words of the sweet little lady: "Well, I'll be surprised if you all show up again tomorrow."