Does anyone else sometimes feel like they share an office with the most tedious camel headed o'clock brains in the world? Every Monday I have to listen to tales of weekend adventures "you'll never guess who we saw in IKEA" "my wife and I went to the pub and my third pint of monkey brains old peculiar fanny scratcher was a bit cloudy" "Archie played football on Saturday and his coach said he has a better eye for goal than Lionel Messi" blah blah bloody blah. It's never an anecdote - it's a 20 minute frigging monologue. That would be bad enough but as the week advances they get worse. Moaning about being in the office when the weather is so nice as if they're the only ones, constantly talking about food (one prick today told us "I think I've earned myself a donut") and banging on about their poxy lives as though they're all the Duke or Duchess of Devonshire. I know I am a cantankerous, moany old bastard but this lot would make an angel swear.
Most of those topics will give ER ideas for threads, even though he's covered them all already... <alzheimers>
My new office has stuck me beside the translation team for the last 2 weeks and I've no idea what anyone is saying.
Some of the people in my work do all the hours God sends, they live for their jobs. They are branded by their workplace roles seeming to gain some faux gravitas for merely being a Manager of something totally unimportant in the grand scheme. I don't get it, I do my job well but I don't give it a second thought as I sprint for the exit at 4:50 having managed to squeeze 3 hours work into 6 and a bit hours.
I quite like my job and the people I work with, but then I suppose I don't live in the living hell that is the UK, drowning in debt and immigration, with **** weather and Protestants. I live amongst Muslims and heck, aren't they a fine breed.
I know all about it,kids going to hockey,sleep overs,ballet,football etc FS No nippers me self (jaffa) but me sister in law always on about them and my missus a primary teacher doesn't need to hear about how wonderful they are with dealing with kids all day.As it happened some kid was in the news yesterday,died from overdose and one time admitted to a double murder but wasn't him,poor ****er and I may add the missus teaches in a school which is a million miles from the ****e we have to listen to from the sister in law.
One bird I work with repeats herself ad nauseum. Nice girl, but she complains about the same stuff EVERY. ****ING. DAY.
She's also ridiculously small and skinny. Six stone ten, she reckons (40kg for the metricised homos amongst you).