Stop the week

I'm being made more and more aware of Boy idiots' tics and tocs.

Well, O.K, i don't know if we can really describe the little things he does as such, it's more like ritualistic stuff probably.

For instance; his files and dossiers must all be arranged 'just so' with the sides and corners neatly aligned with the borders of his desk (woe betide anyone who moves his stuff just a millimeter).

When he leaves his office to go for a pee-break, he sort of pats his ass cheeks, slaps his thighs and claps his hands in what almost resembles some kind of German mountain danse thing (he only needs leederhosen to complete the picture).

His latest thing is this : we send out a lot of bills and documents - lots and lots of them, at least twenty a day each, there are four of us, by the way.

So today i discovered that on each letter that Boy Idiot sends out, he scrupulously stamps (really 'bang in the middle' -and- not- a- millimeter- out scrupulously) the back of the enveloppe with the company tampon thing... after which, he signs his name with a flourish.

I asked him why and he said " ... Heuuuuu ... so that the the recipient knows that he is the only person to touch the mail after me"

I just find the rationale behind it so bizzare ... maybe it's me who needs to consult someone.

On a side note - i have to pass a french exam on Monday : le test de français international