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Overheard at work today, verbatim from a coworker who is in charge of hiring laborers for the company."I just hired a new guy today. And this one is colored, so I hope that lets everyone know that I'm not a racist."
I think that stopping the use of words like "Colored" to describe a minority would help people think that you aren't a racist.......I dunno how you can work with people like that.
 
Overheard at work today, verbatim from a coworker who is in charge of hiring laborers for the company."I just hired a new guy today. And this one is colored, so I hope that lets everyone know that I'm not a racist."
I think that stopping the use of words like "Colored" to describe a minority would help people think that you aren't a racist.......I dunno how you can work with people like that.
:towelwave:
 
Overheard at work today, verbatim from a coworker who is in charge of hiring laborers for the company."I just hired a new guy today. And this one is colored, so I hope that lets everyone know that I'm not a racist."
I think that stopping the use of words like "Colored" to describe a minority would help people think that you aren't a racist.......I dunno how you can work with people like that.
:mellow:
He does have a point, Nigel.
 
Well, Tony, you always managed to be creepy and annoying despite our limited contact. So I can't say as I'm too broken up over your dismissal. I guess I'll never know if it was your poor work ethic or getting caught sniffing chairs that ultimately led to your demise.

 
Overheard at work today, verbatim from a coworker who is in charge of hiring laborers for the company.

"I just hired a new guy today. And this one is colored, so I hope that lets everyone know that I'm not a racist."
I think that stopping the use of words like "Colored" to describe a minority would help people think that you aren't a racist.......I dunno how you can work with people like that.
:suds:
He does have a point, Nigel.
Oh, I see now.
 
Well, Tony, you always managed to be creepy and annoying despite our limited contact. So I can't say as I'm too broken up over your dismissal. I guess I'll never know if it was your poor work ethic or getting caught sniffing chairs that ultimately led to your demise.
Bet on both, just to cover your bases.
 
Overheard at work today, verbatim from a coworker who is in charge of hiring laborers for the company.

"I just hired a new guy today. And this one is colored, so I hope that lets everyone know that I'm not a racist."
I think that stopping the use of words like "Colored" to describe a minority would help people think that you aren't a racist.......I dunno how you can work with people like that.
:popcorn:
He does have a point, Nigel.
Oh, I see now.
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:
 
I'm late to the party, so here's one from last February -

Dear "Top 10 Ranked Center of Women's Division III Basketball" Sitting In The Front Row,

It is not hot in this classroom. Your classmates are wearing sweaters, sweat jackets, and thermals. I'm walking around in a t-shirt, oxford and blazer and I'm very comfortable. So please stop announcing "it's hot in here" every day as you strip to a flimsy low-cut shirt that shows me as much of your gorgeous, firm, C-cup breasts as possible. It will not earn you a better grade. It will not make me like you more. It makes me pissed that I have to pretend to ignore it for the sake of my job and marriage. I have a lesson to teach. I can't spend 1.5 minutes of every class in the bathroom erasing the blessed visions you provide.

May angry office workers everywhere have mercy on my soul,

- GnatBerries

 
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I'm late to the party, so here's one from last February -Dear "Top 10 Ranked Center of Women's Division III Basketball" Sitting In The Front Row,It is not hot in this classroom. Your classmates are wearing sweaters, sweat jackets, and thermals. I'm walking around in a t-shirt, oxford and blazer and I'm very comfortable. So please stop announcing "it's hot in here" every day as you strip to a flimsy low-cut shirt that shows me as much of your gorgeous, firm, C-cup breasts as possible. It will not earn you a better grade. It will not make me like you more. It makes me pissed that I have to pretend to ignore it for the sake of my job and marriage. I have a lesson to teach. I can't spend 1.5 minutes of every class in the bathroom erasing the blessed visions you provide. May angry office workers everywhere have mercy on my soul, - GnatBerries
you're doing it wrong.
 
I'm late to the party, so here's one from last February -Dear "Top 10 Ranked Center of Women's Division III Basketball" Sitting In The Front Row,It is not hot in this classroom. Your classmates are wearing sweaters, sweat jackets, and thermals. I'm walking around in a t-shirt, oxford and blazer and I'm very comfortable. So please stop announcing "it's hot in here" every day as you strip to a flimsy low-cut shirt that shows me as much of your gorgeous, firm, C-cup breasts as possible. It will not earn you a better grade. It will not make me like you more. It makes me pissed that I have to pretend to ignore it for the sake of my job and marriage. I have a lesson to teach. I can't spend 1.5 minutes of every class in the bathroom erasing the blessed visions you provide. May angry office workers everywhere have mercy on my soul, - GnatBerries
Has she tattooed "love" and "you" onto her eyelids, Professor Jones?
 
Hey guy,

Yup, it's noon.. and, yes, i am eating lunch.

I don't know why it's so fascinating to you. Everyone else is eating lunch too. Do you walk from desk to desk to ask everyone else what they're having? Do you reach over their shoulder and pick up their food items too?

I understand it may be a form of Asperger's or something that synchs up with all your other wierd quirks but there's got to be a line somewhere.

When you say "hey, what's for lunch?" EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. FOR. THREE. YEARS. it gets a little old.

So when i don't turn around, acknowledge your presence or answer any of your questions you don't need to stand there and tell me about your 5 fantasy football teams.... in detail. Nor do i want to hear about the other 55 guys and their teams.... in detail.

Really I JUST WANT TO EAT MY ####ING LUNCH.

Yes, i could go downstairs and watch soaps with catty middle-aged women. I could even drive somewhere and wolf my food down in 2 minutes so that i could get back to my desk on time but i really like to read the paper, browse some sports and EAT MY ####ING LUNCH, IN PEACE.

I have very nearly exhausted every option short of physical violence.. so.. please.. for your sake and mine find another lunch time activity.

TIA
8. Don't blabber all day at work about your fantasy team: The darkest secret of fantasy sports? Nobody in the world cares about your team but you. Nobody! Not your wife, not your mother, and especially not your co-workers. I know, it's shocking news to hear this considering all the ad dollars, references and online stuff you see about fantasy football. But it's true. There's absolutely nothing worse than sitting at a water cooler on Monday morning and having some guy from marketing go player by player on his team, telling you how many points each one scored "for him" on Sunday afternoon. And these horrendous conversations always — yes, always — end with "And I need (fill in the blank) to score (fill in the blank) points tonight in the Monday night game." Do not be the person guilty of going on and on about fantasy football all day in the office. The second that person finishes any conversation about their fantasy football team, the person they're speaking with takes a deep breath and kicks himself for losing the last 10 minutes of his or her life. The only Monday morning water cooler chat that's worse than fantasy football talk is the incessant reciting of lines from "Entourage." Of course, it just so happens that the guy who is guilty of the former tends to be the one doing the latter as well.

Email him this link

 
Hey guy,

Yup, it's noon.. and, yes, i am eating lunch.

I don't know why it's so fascinating to you. Everyone else is eating lunch too. Do you walk from desk to desk to ask everyone else what they're having? Do you reach over their shoulder and pick up their food items too?

I understand it may be a form of Asperger's or something that synchs up with all your other wierd quirks but there's got to be a line somewhere.

When you say "hey, what's for lunch?" EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. FOR. THREE. YEARS. it gets a little old.

So when i don't turn around, acknowledge your presence or answer any of your questions you don't need to stand there and tell me about your 5 fantasy football teams.... in detail. Nor do i want to hear about the other 55 guys and their teams.... in detail.

Really I JUST WANT TO EAT MY ####ING LUNCH.

Yes, i could go downstairs and watch soaps with catty middle-aged women. I could even drive somewhere and wolf my food down in 2 minutes so that i could get back to my desk on time but i really like to read the paper, browse some sports and EAT MY ####ING LUNCH, IN PEACE.

I have very nearly exhausted every option short of physical violence.. so.. please.. for your sake and mine find another lunch time activity.

TIA
8. Don't blabber all day at work about your fantasy team: The darkest secret of fantasy sports? Nobody in the world cares about your team but you. Nobody! Not your wife, not your mother, and especially not your co-workers. I know, it's shocking news to hear this considering all the ad dollars, references and online stuff you see about fantasy football. But it's true. There's absolutely nothing worse than sitting at a water cooler on Monday morning and having some guy from marketing go player by player on his team, telling you how many points each one scored "for him" on Sunday afternoon. And these horrendous conversations always — yes, always — end with "And I need (fill in the blank) to score (fill in the blank) points tonight in the Monday night game." Do not be the person guilty of going on and on about fantasy football all day in the office. The second that person finishes any conversation about their fantasy football team, the person they're speaking with takes a deep breath and kicks himself for losing the last 10 minutes of his or her life. The only Monday morning water cooler chat that's worse than fantasy football talk is the incessant reciting of lines from "Entourage." Of course, it just so happens that the guy who is guilty of the former tends to be the one doing the latter as well.

Email him this link
Can we do it at lunch if we're all in the same league?
 
I'm late to the party, so here's one from last February -Dear "Top 10 Ranked Center of Women's Division III Basketball" Sitting In The Front Row,It is not hot in this classroom. Your classmates are wearing sweaters, sweat jackets, and thermals. I'm walking around in a t-shirt, oxford and blazer and I'm very comfortable. So please stop announcing "it's hot in here" every day as you strip to a flimsy low-cut shirt that shows me as much of your gorgeous, firm, C-cup breasts as possible. It will not earn you a better grade. It will not make me like you more. It makes me pissed that I have to pretend to ignore it for the sake of my job and marriage. I have a lesson to teach. I can't spend 1.5 minutes of every class in the bathroom erasing the blessed visions you provide. May angry office workers everywhere have mercy on my soul, - GnatBerries
WTF is wrong with you?
 
I'm late to the party, so here's one from last February -Dear "Top 10 Ranked Center of Women's Division III Basketball" Sitting In The Front Row,It is not hot in this classroom. Your classmates are wearing sweaters, sweat jackets, and thermals. I'm walking around in a t-shirt, oxford and blazer and I'm very comfortable. So please stop announcing "it's hot in here" every day as you strip to a flimsy low-cut shirt that shows me as much of your gorgeous, firm, C-cup breasts as possible. It will not earn you a better grade. It will not make me like you more. It makes me pissed that I have to pretend to ignore it for the sake of my job and marriage. I have a lesson to teach. I can't spend 1.5 minutes of every class in the bathroom erasing the blessed visions you provide. May angry office workers everywhere have mercy on my soul, - GnatBerries
1. Not a co-worker2. What in the wide, wide world of sports is wrong with you?
 
I'm late to the party, so here's one from last February -Dear "Top 10 Ranked Center of Women's Division III Basketball" Sitting In The Front Row,It is not hot in this classroom. Your classmates are wearing sweaters, sweat jackets, and thermals. I'm walking around in a t-shirt, oxford and blazer and I'm very comfortable. So please stop announcing "it's hot in here" every day as you strip to a flimsy low-cut shirt that shows me as much of your gorgeous, firm, C-cup breasts as possible. It will not earn you a better grade. It will not make me like you more. It makes me pissed that I have to pretend to ignore it for the sake of my job and marriage. I have a lesson to teach. I can't spend 1.5 minutes of every class in the bathroom erasing the blessed visions you provide. May angry office workers everywhere have mercy on my soul, - GnatBerries
1. Not a co-worker2. What in the wide, wide world of sports is wrong with you?
:popcorn:
 
I'm late to the party, so here's one from last February -

Dear "Top 10 Ranked Center of Women's Division III Basketball" Sitting In The Front Row,

It is not hot in this classroom. Your classmates are wearing sweaters, sweat jackets, and thermals. I'm walking around in a t-shirt, oxford and blazer and I'm very comfortable. So please stop announcing "it's hot in here" every day as you strip to a flimsy low-cut shirt that shows me as much of your gorgeous, firm, C-cup breasts as possible. It will not earn you a better grade. It will not make me like you more. It makes me pissed that I have to pretend to ignore it for the sake of my job and marriage. I have a lesson to teach. I can't spend 1.5 minutes of every class in the bathroom erasing the blessed visions you provide.

May angry office workers everywhere have mercy on my soul,

- GnatBerries
1. Not a co-worker2. What in the wide, wide world of sports is wrong with you?
1. My wife is hotter and far more intelligent than the student. Yes. I am The Man.2. Update: a girl from last semester's class is in a class with me this semester. She's friends with the basketball girl. Yesterday after class, she comes up to me and says, "Hey Gnat Berries, did you hear about Basketball Girl?"

"No, how is she?"

"She was three months pregnant at the final exam, and didn't know it."

"Oh."

Morals saved, bullet dodged.

 
Gnat Berries said:
HoldSteady said:
I'm late to the party, so here's one from last February -

Dear "Top 10 Ranked Center of Women's Division III Basketball" Sitting In The Front Row,

It is not hot in this classroom. Your classmates are wearing sweaters, sweat jackets, and thermals. I'm walking around in a t-shirt, oxford and blazer and I'm very comfortable. So please stop announcing "it's hot in here" every day as you strip to a flimsy low-cut shirt that shows me as much of your gorgeous, firm, C-cup breasts as possible. It will not earn you a better grade. It will not make me like you more. It makes me pissed that I have to pretend to ignore it for the sake of my job and marriage. I have a lesson to teach. I can't spend 1.5 minutes of every class in the bathroom erasing the blessed visions you provide.

May angry office workers everywhere have mercy on my soul,

- GnatBerries
1. Not a co-worker2. What in the wide, wide world of sports is wrong with you?
1. My wife is hotter and far more intelligent than the student. Yes. I am The Man.2. Update: a girl from last semester's class is in a class with me this semester. She's friends with the basketball girl. Yesterday after class, she comes up to me and says, "Hey Gnat Berries, did you hear about Basketball Girl?"

"No, how is she?"

"She was three months pregnant at the final exam, and didn't know it."

"Oh."
Congrats on the blessed event. :headbang:
 
So I am late to work today. I left my boss a message explaining why I would be late and he has no problem with it. Why do all my co-workers feel like it is their business to ask me where I have been or ask why I was late. My answer: "I had some stuff to do." :lmao:

 
So I am late to work today. I left my boss a message explaining why I would be late and he has no problem with it. Why do all my co-workers feel like it is their business to ask me where I have been or ask why I was late. My answer: "I had some stuff to do." :angry:
You should have made up some story about how you were in traffic and saw an accident and saved someone's life.
 
Dear person who stole my mp3 player last night,

:finger:

Now I have nothing to block out the sound of these crazy #####es all day.

Great idea to risk your job for a several-year-old dinosaur of an mp3 player and the headphones that have been jammed into my ears for the past several months.

:popcorn:

#### you,

SM

 
So I'm in training sitting next to my co-worker who is hopped up on a sugar rush because she put like twenty packets of sugar in her coffee this morning :)

Update:

Now she is texting on her phone like a fiend with a crazied look in her eye.

Update 2:

She schooled me on a mistake I made in a formula publicly, still with that crazied look in her eye.

 
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This is more of a reverse-vent:

Dear Hotshot Sales Guy Who Drives a 1998 Lexus,

Please stop complaining about the fact that you pay $220/month for insurance. Nobody forced you to get a 6-year-loan that required full coverage for the life of the loan. Also, your inability to obey traffic laws hasn't helped. I silently chuckle at the fact that you've paid more in higher premiums than the car is currently worth.

 
It's not really a vent, and it wasn't me, and it doesn't fit in this thread, but I thought it was funny:

My wife works for a company that produces custom hand-painted ceramic tiles. It's an open floor plan warehouse where all the gals (and they are ALL gals) paint at desks.

Yesterday morning wife gets to work, sits at desk, start painting. Looks at empty desk nearby and asks co-worker O "Where's Holly?" (Holly is a big girl...like 5'10" 250 big.) O says, "I don't know. She's been gone quite a while." Maybe 30 seconds later, Holly comes jogging out of the back of the warehouse, past the gals, muttering, "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." She disappears into the lunch room. She comes jogging back out and past them to the rear of the warehouse, still muttering "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." holding - like the Statue of Liberty's torch - a plunger.

 
It's not really a vent, and it wasn't me, and it doesn't fit in this thread, but I thought it was funny:

My wife works for a company that produces custom hand-painted ceramic tiles. It's an open floor plan warehouse where all the gals (and they are ALL gals) paint at desks.

Yesterday morning wife gets to work, sits at desk, start painting. Looks at empty desk nearby and asks co-worker O "Where's Holly?" (Holly is a big girl...like 5'10" 250 big.) O says, "I don't know. She's been gone quite a while." Maybe 30 seconds later, Holly comes jogging out of the back of the warehouse, past the gals, muttering, "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." She disappears into the lunch room. She comes jogging back out and past them to the rear of the warehouse, still muttering "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." holding - like the Statue of Liberty's torch - a plunger.
:lmao: But, um, why is the plunger kept in the lunchroom? And how long after this incident before it returned to the lunchroom?

 
It's not really a vent, and it wasn't me, and it doesn't fit in this thread, but I thought it was funny:

My wife works for a company that produces custom hand-painted ceramic tiles. It's an open floor plan warehouse where all the gals (and they are ALL gals) paint at desks.

Yesterday morning wife gets to work, sits at desk, start painting. Looks at empty desk nearby and asks co-worker O "Where's Holly?" (Holly is a big girl...like 5'10" 250 big.) O says, "I don't know. She's been gone quite a while." Maybe 30 seconds later, Holly comes jogging out of the back of the warehouse, past the gals, muttering, "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." She disappears into the lunch room. She comes jogging back out and past them to the rear of the warehouse, still muttering "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." holding - like the Statue of Liberty's torch - a plunger.
:lmao: But, um, why is the plunger kept in the lunchroom? And how long after this incident before it returned to the lunchroom?
:confused: I didn't even think to ask that question. Maybe because the ratio of ladies to men is like 30-0?
 
Dear Coworker,

Thanks for calling in sick today. It would have helped if you had decided to let someone know before this morning. Thanks to you, the other two people who actually come in and work the morning shift got no breaks from watching people swim, which is bad enough in and of itself. The fact that you seem to make it a semi-regular occurrence doesn't help, because without you or the person to cover for you, the rest of the staff is boned until the part timers show up. Fortunately, I've been looking for another job as a teacher, so hopefully I won't have to put up with this shoddily-run (read: government run) pool.

Kal-El

 
It's not really a vent, and it wasn't me, and it doesn't fit in this thread, but I thought it was funny:My wife works for a company that produces custom hand-painted ceramic tiles. It's an open floor plan warehouse where all the gals (and they are ALL gals) paint at desks. Yesterday morning wife gets to work, sits at desk, start painting. Looks at empty desk nearby and asks co-worker O "Where's Holly?" (Holly is a big girl...like 5'10" 250 big.) O says, "I don't know. She's been gone quite a while." Maybe 30 seconds later, Holly comes jogging out of the back of the warehouse, past the gals, muttering, "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." She disappears into the lunch room. She comes jogging back out and past them to the rear of the warehouse, still muttering "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." holding - like the Statue of Liberty's torch - a plunger.
:hifive:
 
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It's not really a vent, and it wasn't me, and it doesn't fit in this thread, but I thought it was funny:My wife works for a company that produces custom hand-painted ceramic tiles. It's an open floor plan warehouse where all the gals (and they are ALL gals) paint at desks. Yesterday morning wife gets to work, sits at desk, start painting. Looks at empty desk nearby and asks co-worker O "Where's Holly?" (Holly is a big girl...like 5'10" 250 big.) O says, "I don't know. She's been gone quite a while." Maybe 30 seconds later, Holly comes jogging out of the back of the warehouse, past the gals, muttering, "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." She disappears into the lunch room. She comes jogging back out and past them to the rear of the warehouse, still muttering "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." holding - like the Statue of Liberty's torch - a plunger.
:goodposting:
 
It's not really a vent, and it wasn't me, and it doesn't fit in this thread, but I thought it was funny:

My wife works for a company that produces custom hand-painted ceramic tiles. It's an open floor plan warehouse where all the gals (and they are ALL gals) paint at desks.

Yesterday morning wife gets to work, sits at desk, start painting. Looks at empty desk nearby and asks co-worker O "Where's Holly?" (Holly is a big girl...like 5'10" 250 big.) O says, "I don't know. She's been gone quite a while." Maybe 30 seconds later, Holly comes jogging out of the back of the warehouse, past the gals, muttering, "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." She disappears into the lunch room. She comes jogging back out and past them to the rear of the warehouse, still muttering "ohmanohmanohmanohman..." holding - like the Statue of Liberty's torch - a plunger.
:confused: But, um, why is the plunger kept in the lunchroom? And how long after this incident before it returned to the lunchroom?
:goodposting:
 
Dear Coworker,

Thanks for calling in sick today. It would have helped if you had decided to let someone know before this morning. Thanks to you, the other two people who actually come in and work the morning shift got no breaks from watching people swim, which is bad enough in and of itself. The fact that you seem to make it a semi-regular occurrence doesn't help, because without you or the person to cover for you, the rest of the staff is boned until the part timers show up. Fortunately, I've been looking for another job as a teacher, so hopefully I won't have to put up with this shoddily-run (read: government run) pool.

Kal-El
you need breaks from that?? :goodposting:
 
Dear Coworker,

Thanks for calling in sick today. It would have helped if you had decided to let someone know before this morning. Thanks to you, the other two people who actually come in and work the morning shift got no breaks from watching people swim, which is bad enough in and of itself. The fact that you seem to make it a semi-regular occurrence doesn't help, because without you or the person to cover for you, the rest of the staff is boned until the part timers show up. Fortunately, I've been looking for another job as a teacher, so hopefully I won't have to put up with this shoddily-run (read: government run) pool.

Kal-El
you need breaks from that?? :goodposting:
:confused: It's a grueling job buddy.

 
Dear Coworker,

Thanks for calling in sick today. It would have helped if you had decided to let someone know before this morning. Thanks to you, the other two people who actually come in and work the morning shift got no breaks from watching people swim, which is bad enough in and of itself. The fact that you seem to make it a semi-regular occurrence doesn't help, because without you or the person to cover for you, the rest of the staff is boned until the part timers show up. Fortunately, I've been looking for another job as a teacher, so hopefully I won't have to put up with this shoddily-run (read: government run) pool.

Kal-El
you need breaks from that?? :thumbup:
That's what I was wondering.
 
Dear Coworker,

Thanks for calling in sick today. It would have helped if you had decided to let someone know before this morning. Thanks to you, the other two people who actually come in and work the morning shift got no breaks from watching people swim, which is bad enough in and of itself. The fact that you seem to make it a semi-regular occurrence doesn't help, because without you or the person to cover for you, the rest of the staff is boned until the part timers show up. Fortunately, I've been looking for another job as a teacher, so hopefully I won't have to put up with this shoddily-run (read: government run) pool.

Kal-El
you need breaks from that?? :goodposting:
That's what I was wondering.
I don't get breaks from sitting on my ### staring off in to the distance here in my cubical today either!
 
Dear Kiss-A## Sales-guy-I-used-to-work-with,

You are not welcome. We don't want to hear from you. We didn't want you hanging outside our office doors, jangling your keys, reliving last nights episode of The Office verbatim each Friday morning. Our owner's family didn't want you to show up to his son's small, private, family-only wedding in Napa because you "just happened" to be on vacation in the same geographical vicinity, by which you meant "California." The looks of surprise you were getting from everyone there weren't appreciative, they were incredulous.

In the same way, my wife and I and our friends had no interest in you sidling up to our table and joining us for dinner at Outback the other night. The 4 times we said to you and your wife, "Well, have a good dinner" we did not mean "with us" we meant "at your own table, preferably on the other side of this restaurant, or, better yet, another restaurant altogether". And yet there you sat, oblivious to our discomfort and irritation.

Hope to never see you again,

facook

P.S. Thrusting out your torso and carrying yourself in a barrel-chested posture does not make you look 5'10". You just look like a more ridiculous 5'6".

 
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Dear Kiss-A## Sales-guy-I-used-to-work-with,

You are not welcome. We don't want to hear from you. We didn't want you hanging outside our office doors, jangling your keys, reliving last nights episode of The Officeverbatim each Friday morning. Our owner's family didn't want you to show up to his son's small, private, family-only wedding in Napa because you "just happened" to be on vacation in the same geographical vicinity, by which you meant "California." The looks of surprise you were getting from everyone there weren't appreciative, they were incredulous.

In the same way, my wife and I and our friends had no interest in you sidling up to our table and joining us for dinner at Outback the other night. The 4 times we said to you and your wife, "Well, have a good dinner" we did not mean "with us" we meant "at your own table, preferably on the other side of this restaurant, or, better yet, another restaurant altogether. And yet there you sat, oblivious to our discomfort and irritation.

Hope to never see you again,

facook

P.S. Thrusting out your torso and carrying yourself in a barrel-chested posture does not make you look 5'10". You just look like a more ridiculous 5'6".
Updated.Should have loaded up a blooming onion with death's ####### hot sauce and gave it to him. Order him a Shirley Temple, with umbrella. Anything. You need to make this yutz feel unwelcome.

 
Dear Insane Woman,

When you say, "I am not losing my mind," 5 times in a 30 second conversation, you're losing your mind. HTH.

Mentally,

SM

P.S. If I ever get ahold of the ####### who stole my mp3 player, I will punch them in the taint for forcing me to listen to you for the past 3 days.

 
Dear Coworker,

Thanks for calling in sick today. It would have helped if you had decided to let someone know before this morning. Thanks to you, the other two people who actually come in and work the morning shift got no breaks from watching people swim, which is bad enough in and of itself. The fact that you seem to make it a semi-regular occurrence doesn't help, because without you or the person to cover for you, the rest of the staff is boned until the part timers show up. Fortunately, I've been looking for another job as a teacher, so hopefully I won't have to put up with this shoddily-run (read: government run) pool.

Kal-El
you need breaks from that?? ;)
Yeah, so my job is dead-end for now. Sue me. Believe it or not, it actually can get difficult working as a lifeguard outdoors.
 
Dear 40-minute per call phone support guy,

I respect you having to do software tech support all day and keeping a positive attitude and your patience usually. However, when your patience includes slowly spelling out a URL 15 ####### times at the top of your lungs it makes me wonder what the hell is wrong with you. Have you considered sending an email with the link? One of a million other ways to hook him up with the site? This is a software department guy, are we really just shouting out URL's here? If I have to hear "oooooooooooooooooooooooooo you need an S after the http" or "nooooo the front slash is the one with the question mark" one more time, you're getting punched in the throat.

oh, and its a called an "underscore" not an "underline". Jesus.

Wishing you'd just stop working on a Friday afternoon,

Cheese

 
Outside sales guy, to sales manager, in front of the nice-looking receptionist:

"Yeah, I'll make sure to keep you up to breast on that."

:thumbup:

 
This girl was telling me a story yesterday and no less than five times she said, "I swear to you not ..." I think she mixed up "I kid you not" and "I swear to you ..."

 

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