Saliva

There's this asst mgr on my team..... he's this chinese guy trying to grow facial hair, I think. Except that it's ending up all sparse and straggly. More on that another time though, that's a bloody story in it's own right. Anyhoo.... he came over to my terminal to speak with me. Because I was seated, he stood over me.

Let's call him A.
A was so 'excited' to speak with me, he gushed. He loomed over me and spoke, and as he spoke, he showered me with salvia. Majorly Icky. That wasn't the worse thing though. A came over 2 more times. Both times, I'd try and move out of his trajectory discreetly and would wait for him to leave before I'd take out some tissue paper and wipe my arms and desk down.

But wait, there's more.

A came over a third time. Loomed as usual. I turned around and up to look at him. And he gushed on my face. My fucking face! In slow motion I saw this glob come straight at me and felt it splatter somewhere below my left eye.

ICK ICK ICK ICK ICK!

I flinched and cringed away, hands instinctively wiping away the spittle. A whole body cringe. Face turned away in disgust and physical anguish, fingers scrambling for tissues. Traumatised. Scarred. I was afraid to look up in case I got showered again. No such thing as discreetly waiting for A to leave..... screw diplomacy, tact and EQ!!

A touched my shoulders lightly once and apologise for a minute straight. But shit. What a bloody thing. I don't care if you're the bloody CEO. I'm not going to hide my reations to something gross!


ACK!