Training a Fat Guys...I’m training a new guy at work (leaving this job in t-minus 3 days) and honestly I have no clue what my boss was thinking when he hired this guy. He’s easily 400 pounds. Acts like he knows everything. Is the HEAVIEST BREATHER I have EVER been around. Seriously his breathing gives me anxiety. His fingers are so fat that it takes him about 10 minutes to type a short email because he presses three keys instead of one. Yesterday he “snacked” on an entire bag of “trail mix” that was mostly yogurt-covered raisins. His “lunch” was some kind of beef stroganoff swimming in creamy, nasty gravy. I found out this morning he’s on high blood pressure medication. Shocker. Oh and he breaks out in sweat randomly and has to wipe it away with this gross bandana thing. Also, the size of his lunch box is that of a standard tool box. I’m so glad I’m only training this clown for 3 more days because honestly he’s making me nauseas. I’ll put a pic in the comments.