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mental problems angel
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There is a woman whos desk faces mine and her drawers for her desk are beside mine, now I've been moved down in this cramped shite situation and I have to put up with her stupid face beside my monitor. (I had a big spacious desk in the floor above but we've been moved to the centre of a busy sales floor to be near the internet sales reps who are in charge of selling websites etc)
She is a part time worker and does data entry, and threw a strop with me because my scanner was on top of her drawers that I've just actually looked and she's not using at all just now, but when she came in and saw them she was like 'well what am i supposed to do, where am i supposed to put my work for filing, didnt you think of that!?' when it wasnt me that put it there and she has twice as much desk space as me despite the fact im a full time webdesigner and and shes a part time fkn arsehole and sits about crunching crisps with her mouth open all the time!!! AHGHAEJAT Anyway as you have probably gleamed, she fucking bugs me .. and she just sits and moans to herself ALL the time, any time she is given work. So she just started moaning about something and I went 'whinge whinge whinge' and I think I said it a little too loud hahaha she looked up at me pure serious as fuck and now she's shut up hahaha thank fuck for that ahh it was so satisfying... anyway feel free to moan about annoying people at your work now. |
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Apocalyptic Poster
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You should start playing footsie with her under the table
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mental problems angel
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![]() I'm not particularly patriotic but I love the way scottish people phrase some things... as soon as I typed that I heard a ned voice in my head say "you're a pure fanny by the way" |
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Minion of Satan
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i thought it said imitating people at your work
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Deaddy is your daddy!
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The girl who flirted with me, asked me why I haven't asked her out, then I find out the next day she is banging my married boss for the last 3 months.
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At the beginning
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i have one boss who has some type of fucked up personality disorder. she's awful, but she's retiring. ugh, she is so snappy and she can't figure out how to use her fucking email right, and she thinks comments are attacks and fires right back.
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keeping it to a dull roar
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i've got several incompetent louts within my earshot.
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Minion of Satan
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I thought it said imitating people at your work, which I do daily
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mental problems angel
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This bitch also completely turns round really obviously whenever people are talking to each other and tries to listen in, so I've started opening my eyes really wide and staring just past her out the window to unnerve her hahaha.
One of the things I hate most about being in an office is the people with big fake laughs that ring on for 30 secs at their own jokes, and people's fake phone voices "IS THAT OK!?! AWW THANKS!! YES!! YOU TOO!! SPEAK TO YOU LATER!1 BYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE!" *click* "god I thought that guy would never shut up" |
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the fat day cook at my work would always come up to me while i was slicing turkey and steal some slices.
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a few months ago i got a little fish tank with two guppies, a boy and a girl.
they had babies. and my office mate, the only other girl in the 6 person room, took them, and got a tank for herself. the parents have more babies, i take the parents home and keep the babies at work (because the parents will eat the babies) a few months later, the babies have babies. we give them to my other office mate, who buys a tank and has them on his desk. then i got a beta fish to live with the guppies, they're supposed ot live together ok. a few days ago the beta bites a guppies tail and there's a big chunk of fin missing, beta goes on time out in a bowl. yesterday parissa and i set up a big tank on the desk in the center of the room and put all our guppies in it. beta went back in the little tank on my desk and parissa is getting a beta for her little tank. i think the boys all think we're mad. |
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At the beginning
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i'm at work and you guys are irritating me because you're so boring, and i'm irritating myself that i keep clicking on my shortcut to this place and i'm just as boring as you. ugh, everyone is awful.
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I had this one lady who used to come in and slam both doors in and out when she came in to pick up our mail twice a day. It wouldn't have been so annoying but I'm on the phone most of the time and it got really distracting, I even had patients comment about it. I told her nicely a few times or shot her the stink eye but she kept doing it. I kept quiet because I was new there but after hearing four door slams, five days a week for six months I had my fill.
I was in the middle of training someone on how to schedule on the computer system and she comes in, loud as can be. I finally said, "Ms. < Frosty Bitch >, can you please stop slamming the door when you come in here? It's very distracting to us on the phone and I wouldn't come into your office and slam your door shut." She gave me a funny look, a fake smile and said, "This isn't an office." Well, my Irish temper took over and I said, "It's where I work and surely you can understand how distracting noise can be on the phone since you've been answering the same one for twenty years." She's a fucking glorified secretary, and acts like she owns the place because she's done the same thing so long. That did not make her happy so she left and told my boss, who just laughed after she left because the whole department hates her. He actually bought me lunch that day. She still fake smiles at me in the hallway and sometimes I purposely stand beside her when she's waiting for the elevator because she gets uncomfortable and takes the stairs. She could use the exercise anyway, bitch. |
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A lot of my employees annoy the shit out of me.
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Apocalyptic Poster
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Is there anyone at my work that ISN'T annoying? Fuck.
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Master of Karate and Friendship
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I thought this was a thread with tips on how to irritate people at work
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mental problems angel
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In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sensual massage." Specify that your drive-through order is "to go." Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeeep Bip..." If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others. Amuse yourself for endless hours by hooking a camcorder to your TV and then pointing it at the screen. Speak only in a "robot" voice. Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly. Start each meal by conspicuously licking all your food, and announce that this is so no one will "swipe your grub." Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets. Sniffle incessantly. Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles. Name your dog "Dog." Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up." Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think." Claim that you must always wear a bicycle helmet as part of your "astronaut training." Declare your apartment an independent nation, and sue your neighbors upstairs for "violating your airspace." Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot." Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with a can of Lysol. Practice making fax and modem noises. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc:" them to your boss. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up. Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play along to avoid the appearance of ignorance. Erect an elaborate network of ropes in your backyard, and tell the neighbors you are a "spider person." Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy." Wear a special hip holster for your remote control. Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that youll be saying more any moment. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room. Give a play-by-play account of a persons every action in a nasal Howard Cosell voice. Holler random numbers while someone is counting. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way." Drum on every available surface. Staple papers in the middle of the page. Ask 1-800 operators for dates. Produce a rental video consisting entirely of dire FBI copyright warnings. Sew anti-theft detector strips into peoples backpacks. Hide dairy products in inaccessible places. Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page. Set alarms for random times. Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon. Instead of Gallo, serve Night Train next Thanksgiving. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise. Honk and wave to strangers. Dress only in clothes colored Hunters Orange. Change channels five minutes before the end of every show. Tape pieces of "Sweating to the Oldies" over climactic parts of rental movies. Wear your pants backwards. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints by the cash register. Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!" ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE. only type in lowercase. dont use any punctuation either Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets. Pay for your dinner with pennies. Tie jingle bells to all your clothes. Repeat everything someone says, as a question. Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someones roadmaps. Inform everyone you meet of your personal Kennedy assassination/UFO/ O.J. Simpson conspiracy theories. Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, its gone now." Light road flares on a birthday cake. Wander around a restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley. Leave tips in Bolivian currency. Demand that everyone address you as "Conquistador." At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks. When Christmas caroling, sing "Jingle Bells, Batman smells" until physically restrained. Wear a cape that says "Magnificent One." As much as possible, skip rather than walk. Stand over someones shoulder, mumbling, as they read. Pretend your computers mouse is a CB radio, and talk to it. Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "no, wait, I messed it up," and repeat. Drive half a block. Inform others that they exist only in your imagination. Ask people what gender they are. Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back in the tray. Cultivate a Norwegian accent. If Norwegian, affect a Southern drawl. Routinely handcuff yourself to furniture, informing the curious that you dont want to fall off "in case the big one comes." Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers brains, such as "Feliz Navidad", the Archies "Sugar" or the Mr. Rogers theme song. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet. Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day. Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September. Change your name to "John Aaaaasmith" for the great glory of being first in the phone book. Claim its a Hawaiian name, and demand that people pronounce each "a." Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down. Chew on pens that you've borrowed. Wear a LOT of cologne. Listen to 33rpm records at 45rpm speed, and claim the faster speed is necessary because of your "superior mental processing." Sing along at the opera. Mow your lawn with scissors. At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batabatabata-suhWING-batter!" Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend." Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesnt rhyme. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions, and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles." Stare at static on the TV and claim you can see a "magic picture." Select the same song on the jukebox fifty times. Never make eye contact. Never break eye contact. Construct elaborate "crop circles" in your front lawn. Construct your own pretend "tricorder," and "scan" people with it, announcing the results. Make appointments for the 31st of September. Invite lots of people to other peoples parties. Everyone's supposed to be bitching about the little pathetic things that just drive them insane after a while.. i don't want to hear 'they're all so annoying' i want to hear detailed descriptions of why kthxbye xxx |
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Deaddy is your daddy!
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My dad picked up sushi at lunch by his work for us to eat tonight, and he wrote his name on all the bags and they were tied up tight and neat and he put them in the office fridge. He went to get them after work and one of the bags was ripped open and the extra stuff like soy sauce and little dishes were all spilled out.
That's pretty shitty. I bet it was the gay unit. Always shoving their pride in his face. They're allowed to have obscene magazines in the waiting room because if you say anything they will cry sexual discrimination and hate crimes. Little kids are in there all the time, and come face to face with a hung open vagina. Note: I don't really blame the gays for the sushi, I just felt like complaining that he gets screwed by them at work and can't say anything about it. One secretary took a particularly X-Rated mag out of the waiting room and she got in big shit for it. Just because it was a gay magazine. Even tho it was a hanging open vagina on the cover. |
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