Grey Matter
Grey clouds are hovering in today's sky.
Grey is an unwanted child of the colourwheel - born to adorn dull things such as pigeons, Microsoft toolbars, bad teeth and the writings of this blog.
Yet, it is only a polish away from the brilliance and beauty of silver.
Office Bitching - Part I
I've been at work for a year now and to celebrate I will be releasing the Office Bitching Trilogy blog set, and you lucky readers will receive the unedited, director's cut that was banned everywhere in the world. Mysteriously, there have been reports of pirated copies surfacing in China a week after it's non-release.
This will surely bite me in the arse, in one way or another, but that's the risk you've got to take when you're... OFFICE BITCHING.
The Story Of A Girl
There is a girl at work who I liken to a watchdog. She's always there before you get up, she's probably still there when you're going to sleep, and she'd do little outside of being on the lookout to greet officemates with cheery 'good mornings', 'good afternoons' and 'bless you's'. Which reminds me, I hate it when people use 'you'se', though it is mildly amusing at times.
Wogs are funny like that. Anyway...
Sometimes I wish I could place a massive sign that switches between AM and PM at the top of her computer screen because it really baffles, and annoys me, how she knows to greet the team with a 'good morning' and yet answer the phone a minute later with a 'good afternoon' - it's 9:20AM woman! And you've been to the kitchen three times already, at least one of those trips should have involved coffee!
And why do you feel the need to bless people every time they sneeze? Saying bless you for every time a team member's nose has something to say about the dodgy carpet and air-conditioning is just plain annoying.
(The phrase 'bless you' originated in the Dark Ages from Priests who would hear incessant sneezing during their mass. Since they were aware that the sensation prior to a sneeze is like that prior to an orgasm, he would say 'bless you' to purge the threat of an evil thought entering pure minds. Now, isn't that a pretty fucked up explanation? Man, that's worthy of the big questions column - uninspired and lame.)
All it does is bring the same, engaging morning conversations every fucking day.
It's as if work isn't repetitive enough.
*sneeze*
Bless you!
Thank you
That's ok
*9:20 AM*
Good afternoon!
To Be Continued...
I've been at work for a year now and to celebrate I will be releasing the Office Bitching Trilogy blog set, and you lucky readers will receive the unedited, director's cut that was banned everywhere in the world. Mysteriously, there have been reports of pirated copies surfacing in China a week after it's non-release.
This will surely bite me in the arse, in one way or another, but that's the risk you've got to take when you're... OFFICE BITCHING.
The Story Of A Girl
There is a girl at work who I liken to a watchdog. She's always there before you get up, she's probably still there when you're going to sleep, and she'd do little outside of being on the lookout to greet officemates with cheery 'good mornings', 'good afternoons' and 'bless you's'. Which reminds me, I hate it when people use 'you'se', though it is mildly amusing at times.
Wogs are funny like that. Anyway...
Sometimes I wish I could place a massive sign that switches between AM and PM at the top of her computer screen because it really baffles, and annoys me, how she knows to greet the team with a 'good morning' and yet answer the phone a minute later with a 'good afternoon' - it's 9:20AM woman! And you've been to the kitchen three times already, at least one of those trips should have involved coffee!
And why do you feel the need to bless people every time they sneeze? Saying bless you for every time a team member's nose has something to say about the dodgy carpet and air-conditioning is just plain annoying.
(The phrase 'bless you' originated in the Dark Ages from Priests who would hear incessant sneezing during their mass. Since they were aware that the sensation prior to a sneeze is like that prior to an orgasm, he would say 'bless you' to purge the threat of an evil thought entering pure minds. Now, isn't that a pretty fucked up explanation? Man, that's worthy of the big questions column - uninspired and lame.)
All it does is bring the same, engaging morning conversations every fucking day.
It's as if work isn't repetitive enough.
*sneeze*
Bless you!
Thank you
That's ok
*9:20 AM*
Good afternoon!
To Be Continued...
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