My job, or Why I might stab my boss someday when I go crazy

So, it's Wednesday, the last day of the work week for me. I know, I know, it's a hard life, I have no idea how I pull through sometimes. Now at work, there's a system. Usually I work the plaster bench and the wax bench, which are in one room. Rene works the metal bench and the porcelain room, which are two other rooms, and Mario is almost never in the lab, and when he is, he's almost exclusively in the office. It's a good set up for me. It basically means I get to work by myself all day, everyday, which I am totally cool with. But Rene is trying to make Mario quit by reducing his hours, so he's trying to get lots of extra work done so that Mario never has anything to do. So this week, he took over the plaster bench for the most part. Which meant that I was stuck in a room with Rene for 8 hours a day Monday and Tuesday. It would have been Wednesday also, but he needed to do some other things and I got to go back to the plaster bench for a while. But here's the problem. He's annoying and he feels superior to everyone. Normally, he doesn't bother me too much, cause I only talk to him for a few minutes at a time. I got so sick of listening to him lecture on and on about any insignificant thing that came into his head this week. And if I hear him tell me while a songs on the radio that he's, "heard them perform it live," one more time, I think I might throw something at him. Today he added to the rendition of his concert travels interesting facts about some of the bands. Yay. Also, he has a bad habit of coming into the lab and rearranging everything. He'll pick things up and carry them off, he'll leave drawers standing wide open, he'll leave stuff everywhere. And he's always taking anything he needs off of MY wax bench. Like, I'll need my super glue. It isn't in the same spot that I ALWAYS keep it in. I look around. He's taken it to the other bench to use and left it sitting 8 inches from THE BOTTLE OF SUPER GLUE THAT WAS ALREADY ON THAT BENCH. grrr. He does stuff like that constantly. Plus, there's a system we use on the plaster bench. We've done it, for the most part, the same way since I started. So he works it for two days, and then today when I go back on it, he wants me to change everything up to the way he does it. Cause "you can get a lot more done that way." Of course, there's only 10 cases on the plaster bench, which I could get finished in 4 hours my way, but sure, let's muck up the system for no reason. For some reason he felt the need to micromanage me today. When I was waxing he kept coming in and telling me to do things certain ways, despite the fact that I've been waxing for over two years now. He pulled me off the wax bench to do the invoicing. He would bring me the cases to be invoiced, give me vague instructions, then go work on the metal bench. He would then wait long enough for me to practically be finished and then yell further (usually unnecessary) instructions from his bench into the office, which is down the hall. Now, I think it's very rude to yell things between rooms. Probably because that is my parents' normal mode of conversation. I feel like, if you have something to say to me, you should get off your ass and come to where I am. When someone else yells at me from another room, it automatically makes me have a little brain seizure and my eyebrows go up. And if the eyebrows go up, it's just a few short steps till I start snapping at people. And nobody wants that. But Rene did it repeatedly today. Apparently, he couldn't see my eyebrows from the other room. And Rene LOVES disasters. It's an unnatural love. Seriously. He loves war, tornadoes, hurricanes, any disaster, the bigger the better. He loves the destruction. He was upset that he didn't know Katrina was going to be so devastating, cause if he knew, he "would have TAPED it." I'm not joking. He watched the Katrina fallout constantly for over a week, giggling gleefully at the footage. He was terribly upset that Rita missed. And now that the new hurricane might hit Florida, he's ecstatic. He comes in every hour or two with updates in it's progress, as if I shared in his morbid fascination. He's really hoping this one hits Louisiana, too. He's hoping that New Orleans will be totally destroyed. Not because it's a seat of evil or anything like that. Just because it would be funny and fun for him to watch. It's perverse. So, in conclusion, Rene should stop bothering me and let me go back to working by myself. That would be super.