Hog at Electronics Store Ok so so long time reader, first time poster, but I am outraged at the moment.  I have two things to say. At my big box eloctronics store I am a manager.  We had game night recently where we all come to the store after hours and play games together on consoles, joke around, rig up the amps so those lucky dudes who play guitar can do so as background music to Smash Brothers competitions. People said who were coming, we made a list and ordered pizza accordingly.  Then Derek posted on our common communication app that he was coming.  Drop everything. Derek is so fat and gross that EVERY one of the 50 employees, the first thing they do when they arrive for work is check if Derek is working and when, so that if they plan to use the washroom that day they can do it before he arrives.  Daily he arrives and DEMOLISHES the bathroom, like the smell is unfathomable, the mess of loose toilet paper shreds littered everywhere, and because his fecal matter is so loose due to his horrible diet, he leaves drops of shit on the toilet seat when standing afterward that he doesn't notice. On Facebook recently he gave great detail about how a fatty pustule in his right armpit burst and allowed puss and blood to cascade down his torso while at work.  Why would you broadcast that to social media?  Wasn't social media invented so you can post the good things about your life and omit this kind of thing?  And yet. So he is coming to game night.  I have a limited amount of funds for pizza but now I know i'll need to order an entire extra pizza to set aside for him.  This isn't so he can eat an entire pizza.  This is so he JUST eats an entire pizza.  If I tell him this entire pizza is for him I hope he will be shamed to finish it and then start in on the the food for the rest of us.  No deal.  He ate a large three topping pizza then started in on what was previously ordered.  I remember hearing the boss' son asking why there was no more pizza, because Derek ate it all. He didnt play a game, play an instrument or join in on the Jenga 1 foot from him, he just huffed and wheezed and sucked food into his face.  He spoke to no one, ate his fill and others', then vanished. The sad thing is he is our greeter.  People come in and he says hello and asks if they need anything.  Let me note that the max uniform shirt size is incredibly too small for him so his stretched belly is several feet closer to the customer than he is.  No one ever tells him what they are there for based on the assumption that he will be the one to escort them to the product and they want away from his hamplanet presence immediately due to logical human revulsion.  Its my job to catch them after they flinch and walk by and ask if they need help, to which they are amenable.  I am slim and built but eat whatever I want, some nifty trick of genetics so I cant say I'm as hard-working as you fellow shitlords in maintenance, but if I ever started to balloon you bet your ass I'd deflate.  Flash back to a previous company outing,  He is there with his skinny wife, he is talking about how well his diet is going as he wolfs poutine.  Behind him she rolls her eyes at a comment he makes about eating right.  She catches my eye and outside smoking comes on to me.  Admittedly she is hot but anyone who lets a collapsed hidden donger into her system is below my notice.