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it's called socialization, an icebreaker.
jerk.
I'm fine when other people aren't funny; it makes me look better :). What I do hate is when I make a brilliantly clever remark, and some neanderthal in the immediate vicinity is so amazed by my refreshing wit he tries to give me a high five. I mean what the fuck man, way to remove all dignity from the situation.
Thank God I'm still in college and far away from any office jokes.
Yeah... it's just that we're putting covers on ALL the TPS reports...
No one speaks English at my work :(
Shh you big baby!
Holy crap Chad. Am I reading Rev Anthony's c-blog? For a moment I thought you might actually say the f-word.
Go play some Super Nintendo, you've earned it.
Appropriate response:
"You know, in some countries we'd officially be married now."
I hate office jokes, I hate my job. I'm about to staple someones tongue together with a note to his forehead. Then scream "I see you got the memo".
Fuck 'em all.
A rainbow sherbet ice cream cone doesn't help anymore.
That is the price you pay for free ice cream, Chad.
9 to 5? Man, I could certainly use those extra 5 hours in my week (8-5 here)... :p
You should have just dry-humped Coworker for a minute or so. They'd definitely think twice before even being in your presence again. Unless you do a good job, in which case you're in an even stickier situation.
9-5? Try 6-4. Yeah... its mother fucking early but for a support desk at a hospital, I guess. The worst is when people walk by all cheery and fake and its not even 9am yet. Go away with your lame jokes, and stupid stories I have to fake a chuckle at because I feel bad for you. I'm busy injecting caffeine into my blood stream, leave me be.
"Yeah, Dress Like Someone You Hate Day is a pretty cool idea, huh?"
I get that office "joke" a lot too. I'm guilty of a corny office joke too though; I tell everyone that it was a pleasure working with them and that I'll see them around everytime I get called in for a drug test.
You get 60 personal days a year-- they're called Saturdays and Sundays!
HUUUUUUUULLLKKKK SMAAAAAAAASSSSHHHHH.
The thing I hate most is when people are happy before noon. No one should be happy before noon
What king said.
That shit irks the fuck out of me.
Another time that calls for murder - being in the elevator and someone says "You stayin out of trouble?" and some other jackass says "Tryin. heh heh heh"
Yeah - you guys are soooo bad ass. Fucking felons almost.
i wore a yellow shirt that day too... how coincidental.
at my new job there is interesting lingo floating around that my friend and i like to lampoon. a lot of the staff members will end emails with "please advise" ... meaning that they would like feedback on the topic or question presented.
however, more than a handful of people use it incorrectly (using it to mean, "id like feedback" is already quite a stretch).
Chad,
RE: that blog about memo's; Id like you to touch base with someone in marketing look into some options for making it more youth oriented. Maybe some slang or a hip-hop artist.
Also, im looking for a way to tell those crappy joke people they are jackasses.
Please advise.
When I was working a 40-hour, 9-5 job this summer, I was lucky enough not to encounter any truly oblivious workers. However, as much as I love cats, the girl who got me the job loved to go talk a lot about them. Almost too much... she loved cats... a lot.... too much... but I was nice and realized if I continued to be so I could possibly return next summer to get paid more mad green. So I do not mind feeding the madness a bit, I regretfully admit.
Next time just bring your gum to work.
Then you can just chew all your problems away
(im sure you all thought i meant gun, bastards)
Yeah, I hear ya, Chad. I get emails from time to time (fuck those damn chain emails), and as soon as I see "FW:" and a list of email addresses, I cringe, because I know what's contained within will not be funny or worth my time.
Burn the place down. Wait...but then you won't have ice cream summer, hmmm...
Hard choices