November 2008
5 posts
There is no “I” in “team,” only “ME.”
I love it when people want to assert their “authority” and try act like God gave them the biggest dick on the planet, but when you ask them to do something simple because it’s not a part of your work description, they throw the “Hey, we’re supposed to be working together as a team” card...
Hey, twatwaffle, getting some 400 lb. gorilla to spy on us because you’re too busy to be a little snitch yourself is pretty awesome. I bet if we all ran to congregate around the corner, it would take that motherfucker 40 minutes to walk to the same place, provided he doesn’t have a heart attack from his daily diet of cigarettes, fried chicken and Canadian babies. Chump.
acts of sexual deviancy posted in the workplace? totally sweet way to get the company sued, geniuses! you want a goddamn medal, too? here’s a medal…in the form of serving papers. thanks for making the office an uncomfortable place. jerkwads.
No matter what your reasoning and logic dictates, drunk driving is absolutely stupid. Playing God with other people’s lives because you wanted to “get live at the club” (or however these ridiculous men-children talk) is pretty fucking dumb. Do I go to your house and shove a tooth pick up your urethra? Hell no. The least you can do is not be a drunk driver. Fucking pricks.
One thing that I cannot stand is walking through the fragrance department at a store. Getting bombarded with a collage of different perfumes by aging ladies in bad Tammy Faye (RIP) make up is about as pleasant as, let’s say, scratching your eyes out with a used needle that you’ve found on the ground.
And yet, everyday I decide to go out for a drink on the other side of the office,...