Workplace Bores
Oh my dear fucking Lord...if I have to hear about my colleagues 'manchild' boyfriend, his recently diagnosed diabetes and how the poor wee diddums simply CANNOT go without sugar on his FUCKING cereal........then i may lose my sanity...or what is left of it.

Anyone else get the equivalent of a frozen dog shit jammed in their ear all day at work?
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:08, 6 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

this week has been blissful
as the fucking moron cad technician hasn't been here. When I heard that they hadn't made his temporary contract permanent I almost wept with joy.

Not only does the guy have the world's most annoying voice, but he insists on telling (very slowly) stories about his son, in which I, nor anyone else, have any interest. Add to this the fact that he without a sense of humour wears a white denim jacket and drives a BMW Z3 and you will understand why I had blanked and ignored him for the last 2 months.

The office move that took me away sitting next to him was one the greatest events of my life.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:30, Reply)

white denim jacket
say no more, i understand

the thing is, these conversational paraplegics generally mean well, they are in the 'nasty' bucket....but god all fucking mighty, the minutiae of their everyday existence bores a fist sized hole into my brain.

every
fucking
day

the only respite i get is when the girl falls out with the manchild, usually over something so trivial it can't even be verbalised, but she tries....and usually succeeds, before falling into a catatonic daze and doesn't speak for hours on end...but twitches her third hand, thats her phone, every 10 seconds, presumably waiting on a sign that he still loves her.


*exhales*
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:40, Reply)

it sounds as though we are going through the same thing
but with a different cause. I feel your pain. This temporary respite which I am going through is making work bearable.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:43, Reply)

I have an identical manchild babysitter next to me.
Every moment meets a new crisis.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:44, Reply)

pathetic cunts
the world is full of them. but this guy takes the biscuit, a diabetic one of course.

the list of his frailties, or cute foibles if you are her reads like a psychiatric checklist

- cannot 'speak' to people in shops if he needs assistance. will leave and come back with the girlfriend

- could not phone the doctor to make an appointment for the doctor about his life threatening diabetes

- would like to drink diluting juice, but doesn't want to go downstairs incase hi step father engages him in conversation

- shares a room with his brother, he is 28

- cannot pay his ex wife child maintenance, but CAN afford his loans, car payment, spunky new phone, t in teh park tickets, coke, booze etc

- didn't know how to heat up a bit of pizza in a microwave


et fucking cetera
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 16:57, Reply)

Well, it's probably not quick enough for you...
but if diddums can't bear to have sugar-free shit then he'll be dead in a couple of years. From what you've said, good riddance to the silly cunt - natural selection in action etc etc.

*EDIT* not actual shit. I doubt even sprinkles could make faeces tasty..
(berk, Fri 3 Jul 2009, 20:08, Reply)