Bastard ColleaguesYou've all known one. The brown-nosing fucker, the 'comedian', the drunk, the gossip and of course the weird one with no mates who goes bell ringing, looks like Mr Majika and sports a monk's haircut (and is a woman).
Tell us about yours...
Thanks to Deskbound for the idea
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chthonic, Thu 24 Jan 2008, 9:09)
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Okay, not strictly a colleague...(...but at least this won't be another driving school one)
One of the guys in my office has some equipment parked up in the BT tower for taking atmospheric measurements. This week he was supposed to go there to supervise the delivery of a couple of gas canisters which were needed for this experiment. Quite why BT's enormous militia of security guards couldn't take care of it, we'll never know.
Just yesterday, he got a phone call from someone at the tower:
"These gas canisters have arrived. I think you were supposed to come and take care of them."
"Yes, I was waiting for you to call me to tell me when they were due to arrive."
"Sorry, we had trouble getting hold of you as we don't seem to have a correct phone number for you."
Yes, that was a telephone conversation. On his telephone. With British Telecom. I despair...
(, Fri 25 Jan 2008, 11:02, 1 reply)
Gotta love itI had a phone call this very day from my boss, it went thusly:-
Boss, "At fucking last, where are you"?
Me "Errrm , I'm at home like my diary says".
Boss "Then why can't I call your phone"?
Me "That would be the phone we're speaking on right now"?
Boss "YES! WHY IS IT ALWAYS OFF! oh hang on........I'll call you back"
Twunt
"click"
(, Fri 25 Jan 2008, 11:29, closed)
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