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Monday, March 23, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Stuff that irks me...
I really should change the name of this blog to "Rebecca McVents-A Lot"
Anyway, it is all in the hopes of making you laugh. I'm not really this grumpy. Well, kinda.
Here is my list:
When you are at work and a hair from your head somehow travels down under your shirt and you can feel it but not find it unless you pull the front of your shirt out and look around like you've lost something...then a coworker walks by and surely thinks you had a piping hot bowl of crack for breakfast.
When you are at work and REALLY need to go to the bathroom but when you walk around the corner you see the cleaning people are in there and have just hung a sign on the door saying "Closed for Cleaning" so then you go up the stairs to the 3rd floor and you bet...another cleaning crew is tidying up THAT bathroom at the same freakin time. (This is John's contribution.)
When you are at work and your coworker sends and receives more text messages every day than a whole gaggle of teenaged girls, but kindly leaves her phone volume set to "ridiculously obnoxious" so the whole office wants to bash that little Motorola to tiny bits.
When you are at work and it's Friday and everyone else leaves early because they either have a doctor's appointment or are taking vacation time and you are the chuckle head that gets to hold down the fort all by yourself.
When you watch The Office and are dying to talk about last night's hilarious show intro but since no one from Your Office watches it you get to sit through lunch listening to them all talk about the uber lame "Big Bang Theory."
Anyway, it is all in the hopes of making you laugh. I'm not really this grumpy. Well, kinda.
Here is my list:
When you are at work and a hair from your head somehow travels down under your shirt and you can feel it but not find it unless you pull the front of your shirt out and look around like you've lost something...then a coworker walks by and surely thinks you had a piping hot bowl of crack for breakfast.
When you are at work and REALLY need to go to the bathroom but when you walk around the corner you see the cleaning people are in there and have just hung a sign on the door saying "Closed for Cleaning" so then you go up the stairs to the 3rd floor and you bet...another cleaning crew is tidying up THAT bathroom at the same freakin time. (This is John's contribution.)
When you are at work and your coworker sends and receives more text messages every day than a whole gaggle of teenaged girls, but kindly leaves her phone volume set to "ridiculously obnoxious" so the whole office wants to bash that little Motorola to tiny bits.
When you are at work and it's Friday and everyone else leaves early because they either have a doctor's appointment or are taking vacation time and you are the chuckle head that gets to hold down the fort all by yourself.
When you watch The Office and are dying to talk about last night's hilarious show intro but since no one from Your Office watches it you get to sit through lunch listening to them all talk about the uber lame "Big Bang Theory."
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Suggestion for Obama
Hey Obama, why don't you release some prisoners from Gitmo so they can run right back and join the Taliban? Oh wait.....YOU ALREADY DID!
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Stuff I Wonder
Okay, so you know how when you send email you can create a signature line that will always show up at the end of the message? It typically contains your contact information, location, etc. Well, I often wonder why people put their EMAIL ADDRESS in that signature line. I mean, doesn't the recipient get your email address when you send them a message???? I see it all the time at work and I think to myself "Why Why Why?!" Maybe people feel more important if they have tons of crap in their signature. I put my job title, phone number & building number. If you want my fax, you can call me for it. I don't want random faxes from people anyway.
Why are toasters, coffee pots, and espresso machines (all without automatic shut-off) considered "approved appliances" for an office yet a toaster oven (with automatic shut-off) is a shunned device?
Why do we need a doctor's note to have a space heater in our cubicle? My doctor does not care in the slightest if my feet stay warm at my desk. And you mean I have to schedule an appointment in my 'free' time and pay a co-pay because you chimps can't keep the A/C set at a humane temperature? Oh, I jumped through all the hoops. But I didn't like it. I do like being warm however. I guess it was worth it in the end.
Why does the office supply girl think we all need 10 different calendars or planners each year but make it an act of congress to get a freakin new toner cartridge for our printer? We almost resorted to robbing the supply cabinet of some other group. I'm sure there is a rule against stealing from another group...but there should also be a rule against printing things that come out invisible.
I will never know the answer to these things.
Why are toasters, coffee pots, and espresso machines (all without automatic shut-off) considered "approved appliances" for an office yet a toaster oven (with automatic shut-off) is a shunned device?
Why do we need a doctor's note to have a space heater in our cubicle? My doctor does not care in the slightest if my feet stay warm at my desk. And you mean I have to schedule an appointment in my 'free' time and pay a co-pay because you chimps can't keep the A/C set at a humane temperature? Oh, I jumped through all the hoops. But I didn't like it. I do like being warm however. I guess it was worth it in the end.
Why does the office supply girl think we all need 10 different calendars or planners each year but make it an act of congress to get a freakin new toner cartridge for our printer? We almost resorted to robbing the supply cabinet of some other group. I'm sure there is a rule against stealing from another group...but there should also be a rule against printing things that come out invisible.
I will never know the answer to these things.
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