Today, the guy who sits next to me (who doesn't stink) was talking to the Greek woman (who he fancies) while eating an orange. All of a sudden, mid-sentence, he makes a noise like a cat hacking up a hair ball and spits out a pip.
Class.
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Today, the guy who sits next to me (who doesn't stink) was talking to the Greek woman (who he fancies) while eating an orange. All of a sudden, mid-sentence, he makes a noise like a cat hacking up a hair ball and spits out a pip.
Class.
Plus, I just went for a poo, and the guy in the cubicle next to mine wiped his bottom nine times. Ater the fifth time he took paper from the roll, I thought, surely it's clean by now. Apparently not.
Anyway, the number of times you wipe your arse is nothing to write home about.
HUmmm, 9 times eh? That's really weird.
I mean, I have bad things going on back there sometimes. If things get really bad I use a wet-wipe thingie. A diaper wipe! The best invention since sliced beer!
Perhaps that's what he needs, they do make them for adults too, eh?
And this morning, the guy who fancies the Greek woman must have a cold because he's wearing waaay too much after shave. My workplace is just one big nasal rollercoaster.
Now he's chewing bubblegum and making popping noises, which is really annoying, and he's listening to music on his headphones and waving his head back and forth like a mental patient who's just has his TV watching priviledges taken away from him.
Today he came in early and sat down at his desk, stuck his hand up his t-shirt and liberally applied deodorant to his armpits. Why wouldn't you do that in the toilet? Do I brush my teeth at my desk? No.
He's weird.
Then he hocked up some phlegm into our shared waste paper basket.
On the plus side, when I joined this place, no one said "Good morning" when they arrived at the office. Now they do. That's a good sign.
And the cute Austrian woman came in this morning and took off her coat by flapping her arms like a bird. She's adorable.
<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ October 24, 2006 04:04 AM: Message edited by: Ersby ]</font>
This morning I woke up at 2.00am and couldn't get back to sleep.
I keep glimpsing the guy next to me dabbing his chin with a tissue. Is he dribbling? Maybe he squeezed a spot. Boy, I'm glad I didn't see that.
So we went to the pub at lunchtime, and I noticed that the guy who stinks of shit has a habit of simply repeating whatever funny things other people say, but adding the prefix "Yeah, ..." That's bizarre.
Just now, I went to the toilet, and as I came out I went past this Spanish woman who I fancy who was at the water cooler. I smiled, but she looked a bit awkward. I guess that most women are unwilling to make eye contact with men as they're coming out of the toilet.
Even though I'd washed my hands and stuff.
The people you work with are weird.
I hope you make lots of $$ to compensate...
Well, everybody has his/her flaws. God only knows the flaws they see in you [img]tongue.gif[/img]
(kidding)