Inventor

He won't ever let me start a task without changing his mind twenty times and also telling me stupid, unrelated stories while I'm trying so hard to get his weird shit taken care of. Like, "will you find me a composite manufacturer in California?" Okay, get to searching on the web...click click click type type...

Then I hear: "So there was this guy who could drink 16 cocktails before he passed out...heck, if you gimme 4 glasses of wine, you're gonna have to help me to the door."

And everything he tells me, I must respond to. So often am I on auto-pilot, laughing at certain cues given in his voice or tsk-tsk-ing, or saying,"oh, really? That's interesting." Sometimes I realize that my laugh isn't big enough or something, and then I feel so awkward, forcing any sort of sound from my face; I know he must realize I don't care.

When he gets on the phone with, oh, say, ANYONE, he completely confuses them because the man doesn't explain himself at all - he just assumes people can read his mind or understand him.

He invented something that he has patented and he's currently trying to get----

"There was a kid about 12 years old, and his dad, were playing Saturday in front of Starbucks...he was playing trombone and his dad was playing guitar - he was really very good for being so young. They were playing old time favorites."

He just interrupted himself while talking about making cd labels or USS T1 Type A material by sharing that little pointless gem.

----mass produced. This is why I am in a terrible mood. He doesn't even know the name of the material he is trying to have me search for. He is just as unclear with me as he is with his phone victims. I can't help how pissed off I get and how my tone with him changes to tangibly annoyed. He knows - I'm sure. He shoots it right back at me, like it's my fault.

At least he can't see me rolling my eyes into the back of my head.