No Self-Awareness
I had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
I had a boss who had no idea of his body odour problem, and everybody was too tactful to break it to him. Not so a visiting Rev Ian Paisley: "What the blazes is that smell? Is it you?" That sorted it. Stories of people blissfully unaware of their bad smells, bad manners and foghorn voices.
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( , Thu 29 Nov 2012, 13:31)
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Man the fuck up and tell her that she's annoying you and you all prefer to sit around in silence.
Your office sounds like a fun place to work.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 11:10, 1 reply)
Your office sounds like a fun place to work.
( , Fri 30 Nov 2012, 11:10, 1 reply)
I've not been directly subjected to this since I told her that Katie Price should be shot.
It was bizarre how the indirect approach worked so well. The office is a miserable place lately, but I've accepted it for what it is as I inevitably slide into a state of depression, staring at the job pages that are representative of a stagnant underpaid job market and lack of real prospects that have recently overwhelmed the city in which I live....
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It was bizarre how the indirect approach worked so well. The office is a miserable place lately, but I've accepted it for what it is as I inevitably slide into a state of depression, staring at the job pages that are representative of a stagnant underpaid job market and lack of real prospects that have recently overwhelmed the city in which I live....
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