Things that pissed me off at work today:
1. When I came in, through the back conference room, I said to Coworker A that the roofers were working right above the conference room, so shutting the doors might help a little with the noise. She said, “NO! The noise doesn’t bother me.” That’s nice for her, but what about the rest of us?!!! Kind of assy, I think, and therefore she has advanced three rungs on my Ladder of Hate.
2. We got an email about the first session in the previously mentioned required computer training workshop series. Paper sign up forms have been posted. I repeat: Paper sign up forms have been posted. Part of the point of these sessions is to get folks to utilize the technology available to them, including using the Outlook Calendar scheduling capabilities. Of which many of us already attended a lengthy and obviously useless training session. Epic fail.
3. When I went to sign up for the aforementioned, Coworker B walked up, said “Sorry,” and barged in front of me. Again, with the assy behavior! Couldn’t she have waited two seconds for me to finish writing my name?! And then she hung around until I was finished–obviously she wasn’t in a hurry–to explain how she wanted to get the training session over with early. Lady, I’m too busy being pissed off at you for being rude to care which session you signed up for! Eff off, okay?!
4. This afternoon, Coworker C came over to my desk to ask me if I’d been able to look at what they were doing on the roof. Like I have a a crystal ball or something, I guess? There are no windows overlooking the section of roof they’re working on, so how on earth could I possibly know what’s going on? Why the hell would he think I had any more information than he did? I swear, sometimes I wonder if some people ever stop for two seconds to think before they open their mouths.
5. The Butterfinger I’ve been craving for three days? It’s still being held hostage by a disgusting granola bar. The vending machine person needs to get a clue. No one wants that horrible granola bar. If he’d remove the granola bar, maybe some of us would purchase Butterfingers. I, for one, am not buying anything out of that machine until the Butterfingers are set free. And I am unanimous in that!
red paper boat 