Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Inconsiderate User
Monday, November 7, 2011
Theft
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Labels: Fishie, hate, jerks, powered by sadness, rant, sadness, stupid people, true story, work
How to be a Jerk in the Office
Monday, October 25, 2010
Today I thought I would provide some tips for those of you who would like to one day become the biggest jerk in your office. We'll use examples of some injustices that befell me today before lunch.
1. If you're a security guard responsible for checking peoples' bags, don't check their bags. Just glare at them angrily.
1. If you're a security guard responsible for checking peoples' bags, don't check their bags. Just glare at them angrily.
Voicemails I'll Never Return
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Voicemail:
"I put in a ticket for this issue last night and I haven't heard from you yet. What is the status?"
How I'd likely respond:
The status is: I HAVEN'T DONE IT YET. That's why you haven't heard from me.
"I put in a ticket for this issue last night and I haven't heard from you yet. What is the status?"
How I'd likely respond:
The status is: I HAVEN'T DONE IT YET. That's why you haven't heard from me.
Labels: hate, imagination, jerks, powered by sadness, rant, stupid people, true story, work
Communication
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Labels: derp, jerks, powered by sadness, rant, storybook, stupid people, work
Personal Space
Thursday, May 27, 2010
With as much idiocy as I've seen in my lifetime, I shouldn't be shocked when people do stupid or inconsiderate things.
But the things they do just bother me so much, that I have to say something. One of the things that bothers me, yet happens every day, is the invasion of my personal space.
Labels: derp, jerks, rant, stupid people, true story, work
Strangers' Babies
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
People have been showing me a lot of pictures of babies recently. Now, if you know me, you know that I’m NOT a baby person at all. Even a little. I’m not pro-choice, I’m pro-abortion.
Now, if you’re showing me a picture of a baby that belongs to someone I know, it’s fine. No big deal. But my problem is that people keep showing me pictures of babies belonging to people I either don’t know, or don’t like.
Now, if you’re showing me a picture of a baby that belongs to someone I know, it’s fine. No big deal. But my problem is that people keep showing me pictures of babies belonging to people I either don’t know, or don’t like.
Labels: babies, children, jerks, rant, stupid people, true story, work
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