Large group of people standing around, clicking pens, talking loudly, and tapping on the side of my cube.
Oh god, today's never going to end.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Large group of people standing around, clicking pens, talking loudly, and tapping on the side of my cube.
Oh god, today's never going to end.
I find it's really worthwhile to keep a pencil sharpener or a paper shredder or something similarly loud in the cubicle, and find a reason to run it when there's a office crowd one wishes to move along.
Cobra~ma Theo.
I called HR convinced they would tell me they couldn't do anything, but the guy said he could talk to somebody, so my fingers have spontaneously crossed themselves. It's hard to type this way, but hey.
They finally left. Sweet zombie Jesus, I was ready to scale the cubicle walls and beat them all to death with the electric stapler.
AND FUCK. I just found a huge stupid typo and it's too late.
Goddamnit to hell.
Not a dealbreaker, just an -ing that should've been an -ed. I was just blind to it.
At least the end is in sight.
"I am a quick and independent learner"?
Judge Pants deserves to be unemployed.
I skimmed the cake talk. I love Ace of Cakes, even though I couldn't afford to buy one.
I'm dying for cake. Or cupcakes. Or maybe a brownie.
Judge Pants is pants. Doofus.
I was ready to scale the cubicle walls and beat them all to death with the electric stapler.
So... we're casting shrift as Milton, then?