- WHO thinks it's ok to talk over three cubicle walls about your daughter blowing up your car? Get your fat ass up and walk over there for god sake. I'm tired of hearing about your fuckup kid everyday!
- WHO thinks it's ok to clip your fingernails EVERY FUCKING DAY?
- PLEASE stop slamming the filing cabinet drawers! I know you'd rather be doing something else, but at least it's not me making 20some odd dollars an hour having to do it. Seriously, shit is falling off my wall because you're slamming it so hard!
- SIGN UP FOR HEALTH DAY YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. I mean really, our insurance discounts depend on a certain number of people attending. It's 20 minutes out of your fucking day to get your blood pressure and shit taken. They're not asking for your first born child! Though for some reason, that's what everyone here is acting like. This is where I'd really beat the hell out of the lazy/old/fat asses who are the reason a perfectly healthy person like me pays so fucking much for health insurance. It's ridiculous. HEY ASSHOLES, THEY'RE SERVING FREE LUNCH, BET YOU'LL SIGN UP NOW!!!
- Mom, quit coming over to my desk and asking me stupid questions. You've used up your allottment of technical questions for the month of November in one day. I don't care that your printer isn't working or that a key broke off your number pad.....
- Damn it, it's only 11:30 and I'm starvin like the red headed stepchild locked under the stairs. WTF? This is what I get from eating dinner last night.
- An entire bag of sunflower seeds will not substitute a meal and it annoys your coworkers when you spit the seeds in the trashcan.
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Nothing like going to work to make one hate the whole human race. lol
They suck on every job at one time or another. It cycles.
Ugg, this place drives me insane. I like to call it "The Land of the Misfit Toys". You can only imagine.....
OMG, I used to have a nail clipper sit in the cubicle behind me and I could have fucking killed her.
Let me add to your list the people who come to work sick and spread their dirty germs all over.
Hell, let's add the company CEO who signed my birthday card last month "H.B. E.P." E.P. are his initials; can you believe he was too fucking lazy to write out "Happy Birthday"? Um, F.U., E.P.
I hate work. Hate's a strong word, but in this case, not strong enough.
I could bitch with you all day. Get a DNA test at your Health Fair--I think you're my long-lost kid.
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