...I wish you'd clock out indefinitely.

I hope this was figurative.

Oh if it had been literal, I would have gladly lost my job.

If you're going to stand three inches from my face and talk to me, at least pop in a mint. I can't stand smelling and tasting the cigarette you just smoked! While you're at it, change your clothes and wash your hair. You reek of smoke.

Dear loud phlegmy coworker: either cough that ish out or get some medicine, STAT! Also, lower your speaking voice, there is a reason why five people answer your question to your neighbor, who sits less than three feet across from you, YOU TALK TOO LOUD!!! GRRR..

Dear crazy coworker: please take your medicine. You are a certified LOONY TOON, and we are tired of your nonsensical laughter, conversations (with yourself and other workers) and conspiracy theories. If you are suing the County, as you claim, then why are you still working here? Please STHU and leave us all alone.


whew..

Bumping

To my boss: You bitch & complain to us about not responding to your emails in a timely manner (meaning within the hour of you sending it) yet when we email you, it's ok for you to take days to reply and that's only IF you reply at all.

You may want to start spending your nights studying up. It has become glaring-ly obvious to anyone that has dealt with you professionally that you are in over your head.

Stop being a b*tch and start studying some policy.

I wish I could be as bad at my job as you are at yours. Seriously. I've been on hold for 20 minutes. This might be important.

Dear Boss:
Don't open a restaurant if you get stressed out when under pressure. Seriously, I won't deal with the shouting and the eye rolling because you can't get it together.

I'm just doing this until I finish my degree and then I'm effing out of here.

Ditto.

To the woman whose desk is right outside my office:
Please don't eat tuna salad at your desk. It smells yucky. If you are not eating tuna salad, please invest in some FDS or good old soap and water works as well.

^^I'm hoping this is a delayed reaction to yesterday's events. I can't imagine eating tuna salad at 9:35am!

I work for a company that may have the poorest leadership ever. I don't really have anything specific to say, but when I want to say something (which is damn near hourly), I go to my special place and imagine myself doing my special F.U. dance. I made up a little song and everything.

How in the f*** can you NOT KNOW YOUR OWN CHILD'S SHOE SIZE????? Do you know your kids name? Age? :mad: Stop DUMPING your kids off with the nanny/help/au pair and BOND with your kid/s you disconnected-ass jerk! DAMN! People should have to get a license to have kids! UGH!! Children aren't commodities, they're PEOPLE, little and seeking GUIDANCE. JERK, that's YOUR JOB. You signed up when she said "I'm pregnant". A-Hole.