I don't really want to bite his nose off, Don't worry. It's just sort of an emotionally charged set of imagery to define the way I start back at him when he's in the midst of his tough guy act. We work in grocery/retail. For him it's life and death we're at war this is the battlefield. I'm like bro, I'm just trying to get through my shift go home and throw up from my diverticulitis and Crohn's disease and then retain enough energy to take care of my sick relative suffering from dementia.
The guy walks around swaying his entire body and swinging his arms like he's some 300lb bodybuilder. He's 5 ft 9 probably 150 to 160lbs. His abnormally veiny arms and neck and rage incidents at work definitely suggest the use of steroids. He has that raspy deep voice that is so common with anabolics. He's also got the extreme mood swings. His neck tendons and veins swell as he grits his teeth in the midst of his rage speeches. One day I was riding my bike to work because my car broke down and the chain fell off the bike causing me to crash had blood leaking off of my arms and my knees. I get into work and I clock on about a minute and a half late. He proceeds to lecture me about how important it is to be reliable to be on time. I explained to him that It was completely out of my control…. He tells me there is no excuse. I would really love to punch him straight in the throat but these days I'm a nice guy and his intimidation tactics are only having the effect of causing me to laugh and write about him later on.