Her "now..what shall I have for lunch?"
You "how about spunk on toast?"
LOL. Almost this, but remaining (just) within the boundaries of what would lead to a 'chat with HR'
Her "now..what shall I have for lunch?"
You "how about spunk on toast?"
Does anyone here work with hove born & bred?
If you don't work with a bellend then it is probably you?
Blimey sounds like I'm lucky. I work in a department of about 40 people there aren't any particular bell ends
Up until 2 weeks ago I had the most IRRITATING woman sitting next to me. There was no time when she was at her desk and not making a sound, she would either be humming, singing, eating junk food (she was a CHUBSTER), reading emails ALOUD as she typed them or having a very loud phone conversation. The majority of her phone calls were personal ones, usually when she was ordering something for her flat, I once heard her use the phrase "I'm after some cushion covers to complement my large, contemporary, interior space". Oh and she was completely incapable of pronouncing the letter 'T'.
We didn't speak for the last month after I had a go at her for describing one of her colleagues as a c**t, she even went on to say he was unprofessional. Pot, kettle!
It's hard to project just how much I disliked her.
Offices are peculiar places. In almost any other line of work if someone is being a knob you can acceptably tell them to stop acting like a knob and the problem is resolved.
Reading up until this point, I was convinced we were talking about the same woman!
And she makes some disgusting noise sucking through her teeth. And she takes an hour to eat a sodding APPLE, taking one loud bite, then putting it down on her desk for ten minutes, before going back for another go, just when you've recovered from the first. And she has key-tones turned on, on her phone, so every time it sends a text it's like R2D2 is hidden under her bloody desk. Seriously, what is the point?
Fortunately, she only works 4 hours a day, of which, I'm at lunch for one.
I swear if she worked full time, I'd have to leave.
When working in Southampton many years ago, I used to sit opposite a fat middle aged bespectacled frumpy old bag who used to bring loads of food in with her. And orange juice. I really wish she didn't - she'd get through GALLONS of the stuff daily, and it used to make her burp constantly. She literally burped all day, it was disgusting.
15 years ago I shared a department with an Asian gentleman who had massive hygiene issues. He once went to play squash with someone on the trading floor. When this chap realised he had forgotten his sports shirt, he played in his horrible frilly "white" (grimy) work shirt instead, then didn't bother showering after the 40 minute squash game, and finally returned to work wearing that very same shirt.
The bloke next to at work right now is also f**king smelly, and the worst kind of armchair Liverpool "fan". Apparently though, his nephew supports Liverpool and Chelsea, so he bought him a half and half Liverpool-Chelsea scarf which his nephew LOVES. That sort of all round cockery is what I have to put up with on a daily basis, as well as his revolting body odour which wafts in my direction every morning when he so much as lifts his arm of his desk.
Used to work with a guy, years ago, whose self hygiene issues were so bad that the armpits of all his shirts were discoloured and crusty. Leaving deodorant on his desk had no effect.
Used to work with a guy, years ago, whose self hygiene issues were so bad that the armpits of all his shirts were discoloured and crusty. Leaving deodorant on his desk had no effect.
Used to work with a guy, years ago, whose self hygiene issues were so bad that the armpits of all his shirts were discoloured and crusty. Leaving deodorant on his desk had no effect.
Forced laughter at something completely unfunny the boss said