Let's bitch about our stupid, annoying co-workers

1 - I had no idea I was as irritated as I am by him until he wasn't here for a whole week; and

2 - the sounds he makes while eating are enough to make me want to shove a stapler through his temple.

Am I being unfair on this guy, or is my rage just?

There is a born-again type who used to sit near me who, on occasion, leaps into a conversation, into which she hasn't been invited, where an opinion that doesn't agree with her particular brand of repressive Christian lunacy has been expressed and starts quoting wildly inappropriate passages from the Bible at the participants. This doesn't annoy me as much as the effort I force myself to make to restrain myself from being unbearably rude to her...

I’ve been quoted at also, it’s hard not to say “oh fuck off, it’s not even real”

FFS!

Say you're the manager of a bistro. Is getting drunk after work and telling your assistant manager to "fuck off, you think you're so fucking clever, just fuck off" IN FRONT OF STAFF

a) Just fine?
b) An astonishingly stupid thing to do?

these same people will put milkbottles back in the fridge with two molecules of milk left in them in order to save themselves having to rinse them out and put them on the side.

the same person, ugh, ok, i've been working on a dictionary and i've been storing everything on floppy. she took a magnet and rubbed on the floppy and asked, "does it really mess up these things to rub a magnet on them?" all of my hard work, destroyed.

i. can't. see. clearly. when i'm near her.

Kill her. Eat her heart.

ok, right? and here i am, trying to learn patience and she gets sent my way. i would love to punch her in the throat, i would.

and one more thing, and i'm done. she practically eats pens. she leaves these chewed pens on my desk! all of the time. i have to use a tissue to pick it up and return it to her. the scary thing is is that these pens have been chewed down, meaning that they are a lot smaller than original size. i'm done. i promise.

jesus wept.

yikes. part of me thinks that someone who trusts the only copy of their work to a *floppy* almost deserves to lose it. email copies to yourself regularly at the very least.

Working with anyone on diet pills is the worst thing ever. I had one of those at my first office job right out of college, and I thought I might kill myself. She was always shaking and snippy and frazzled.

but i want to hear more about the new air conditioning saga! as a texan i find british tales of air conditioning endearing.

stories are legion from female coworkers who, not realizing she was using the toilet stall (her feet don't touch the ground, see) walked in on her doing her business. she's also infamous as an office informant (someone once wrote 'narc' on her computer monitor in orange highlighter) and is absolutely impossible to communicate with.

argh

This sounds like a good story!

the perp was terrified that he'd be discovered and actually ended up quitting out of fear. thank f*ck i was out of the office that day, or i would've surely been fingered for it.

she's also an avid juggler!

> but i want to hear more about the new air conditioning saga!

got in this morning and we seem to have reverted to using the windows as windows and the ac isn't even plugged in. (mind boggles at waste of money but is happy that we aren't wasting more).

Doesnt she lock the stall door?!?

he sounds very polite.