I hate one lad who every time I ask if he's out of the Order Book (shared document), he'll respond with "Have you got any lemonade?"
From that stupid fucking Milk advert with the scouse lads. Cockend.

Alt Q: Liver. Ugh blech *vomits*
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:44, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

That's pretty annoying.
I hate bland pleasantries at work. I just hate small talk in general. I hate when people say "hi, y'alright?" as they walk into the next room. I don't answer and they don't care or even notice. And if I say hi back (without any question regarding their health) they'll retort with "yeah not bad" even when I haven't asked the fucking question.

I hate discussing the weather, payday, what I did at the weekend and how expensive things are nowadays.

BLAND PLEASANTRIES ARE POINTLESS!
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:47, Reply)

The rule on pleasantries here are simple
If you're speaking to a lad, it must contain at least one swearword.
If you're speaking to a woman, she should be honoured that you dare to lower yourself to her level, and speak to her without spitting on her first. Also, you can't swear at them. Wusses.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:49, Reply)

And if you're speaking to a woman
You shouldn't stare at her tits.

Better to look her straight in the eye, until she looks away, then glance down
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:55, Reply)

Precisely

( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 13:58, Reply)

the telecoms guy is talking to me about how expensive the food was at a theme park he was at over the weekend
ARGH!
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 14:28, Reply)

I used to work at McD's
The employee discount card was joyful for theme park days, just give it to your mates, and take it in turns to go up for meals.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Tue 28 Sep 2010, 14:31, Reply)