Very obnoxious White Guy at Muddy's, 24th and Valencia, San Francisco

He is blowing his nose so loudly like no one is around. coughs so loudly. I am sitting facing him across the room. Gees, I actually avoid looking his way. He's got greasy dirty hair, glasses, crimson T-shirt, low-rised pants. It is low-rised because his belly is too big. He is reading some book and seems smart, in his secluded areas of interests of course. He strolled his bike in and making big noise with his hard-soled shoes. It is very funny that he took the bike to the back of the shop and came running to grab a table, because he saw someone coming in and would like to get his table. So, everyone was looking at him, because of the noise of his shoes. And, he of course, didn't notice that, since his world only has a resident and that's himself. He smells so bad, because he came over to get something for his tea or his table...

Before I forgot, Karen was asking for the files that I generate by copying the information from the master file and spreading the information to several files. It is Stella's project. So, Karen was asking about the status. I kind of like her that she's a cold, no bull-shit woman. I don't remember getting thanks from her. Not even once. She once kind of scolded me because I went to Paul for some information regarding X1 when I was supposed to go to her or Hang. But Hang did not address the email to anyone and I mistook that she wanted to go to Paul. Hence, that's the root of my confusion. Anyway, I will reply to Karen tomorrow, as it is the last day of December. I will also reply in a cold way. Well, I really can't. She's one of my bosses, unfortunately. Such is life. You will always who treated you the worse and who treated you the best.

I wish the obnoxious guy could stop blowing his nose. Such an apple of the eye. The one that's rotten with worms, of course.