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I hate the person I have to share an office with
I hate the person I have to share an office with here in New Orleans. She’s 61 years old and still sports a Farrah Fawcett hairdo. As I’m typing now, she’s laughing to herself which is nothing more than an attempt to get me ask her, what’s so funny? When I don’t bite, she usually tells me anyway and it’s never in the least way humorous to me. She’s a tall, skinny smoker with one of the worst New Orleans (Broolynish) accents you’ve ever heard. Mix that with her chronic smoker’s cough and it’s about all I can stand. After the earthquake in Japan she said. “We really need to help those people because God hasn’t punished us yet for dropping the atom bombs on them in WWII.” I hear words of wisdom far too much here. Get me the fuck out of here!
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Just get me back to my old office. I managed to get my schedule where I'm here only Mondays and Tuesdays. If not, I'm not sure if I'd take the chemicals or give them to her.
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I'm more the mechanical type. Crossbow at 100 paces on a dark night.
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Feed her to the alligators in the bayou.
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I have a silver hammer.
I can also supply Solfy with more fun chemicals (quick, easy access to over 200 gallons each of xylene, toluene, and other fun etcs) if she runs out, if you wanted to go the whole "nuke it from orbit" route. Otherwise... Huh... What else have I got laying around here... Coupla screwdrivers, rubber float, vice grips... Oh! I've got some hot mud! It would suck to be covered in that! Yeah, get it all up in her hair! Haha, lady! Neener! |
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![]() I was thinking more along the lines of sodium cyanide in DMSO slipped into the insoles of the shoes. NOT THAT I'D EVER CONDONE SUCH A TERRIBLE ACTION OR CONSIDER DOING SUCH A THING, EVEN IN A JOKING MANNER. Killing people is WRONG. |
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She's doing that hackers, gurgly laugh again. Make her stop.
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Sounds very ick indeed.
At least she doesn't spray perfume on herself like a previous nearby co-worker did. She bought some nauseating grocery-store brand of Tropical Hork body spray and saturated the area with it. Thank god that bitch was eventually fired. |
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Confide in her that you like to look at pictures of dead people. Or that you dumpster dive for dinner. Something heinous that will gross her out and stop her from trying to become your Friend At The Office.
You might try telling her that you're obsessed with Farrah Fawcett and that IF she wasn't dead and rotting away in the ground now, she'd look a LOT like Ms Coworker. Try spraying spittle when you say this. Oh, and leer at her and look her up and down. Let me know how this works (so I can try it with one of my coworkers). |
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She's hot and you can barely contain yourself?
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Oh man, there's an admin assistant in my wing. Her perfume permeates her office and everything outside of it for a 10' radius. When she goes down the hall she leaves a vapor trail. She varies the perfumes, but they're all screamingly potent. If I had to share an office with her, I'd have to either ask her to stop or kill her.
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![]() I'm not subtle. I like big kersplodes. Bigger. |
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Stop taking showers and recycle your laundry.
For a month. |
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Something strange about perfume. The really hot women wear either no perfume or subtle scents. It's the uggos that really pour on the "Midnight At A Brothel".
This must mean something. |
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I hadn't thought about it, but I think you are right about the guys too. I can't think of a counter-example.
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That's it! Get yourself some 'Corral No 5' with boiled essence of musk ox or something, and splash it on until your eyes water. Then slather on some Coconut Supreme hand lotion. Just before you go to lunch, spill half the bottle in a trash can while she's not looking and bolt for the door. With any luck the fumes will have knocked her out by the time you get back.
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There is a remarkably cheap perfume called "Wicked Wahini" that will corrode the hide off of a rhinocerous. I would never ever suggest that you dump a bottle on her chair. That would be wrong, that's for sure.
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So I should ditch the Hai Karate I've been hoarding all these years?
[Wolf's lip trembles] |
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Now now, Wolf. There's someone out there for everyone. What's important is that you attract a person who is compatible with you. You go ahead and slap on that Hai Karate in lieu of showering, and you go out there and get yourself the woman you deserve! |
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"...corrode the hide off of a rhinoceros." Totally fucking stealing that one... |
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We used to have an old, wizened, ancient secretary who worked here. She was no more than about 4' 10" or so, and skinny as a rail. I think she shopped in the children's section for clothes.
She was also a very heavy smoker. I've never heard a deeper, rumbly, deathly cough than from her. To hear her without seeing her, you'd think she was a bass-voiced Amazon. But no, she was a tiny thing, and the coughing wracked her whole body. She abruptly "retired" one day and we never heard from her again. |
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pop that bitch right in the trachea with youre first two knuckles and watch her suffocate on here own blood
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Doyle could hurt his knuckles doing that. |
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If so, you have too much scent on. Go wash. |
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give her a Watchtower
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If someone has to be a little closer than polite conversational distance to smell it, then it is subtle.
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Ahm naht hagh. Ahm naht allahd tah bah hagh cahs ahm a trahndrahvar. ![]() |
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I have been at my new job for 2 and a half weeks now. This is my first civilian job in 5 years (I had a business in between).
I'm a floating medical secretary right now. This week I've been at a family practice. Let me just take today: One girl is talking about how she needs to refill her Valtrex prescriptions. Then another goes "Ooh...I'm out, too, or else I'd just give you one of mine again." WTF?! Does the whole MFN office have Herpes? If I had it, I Damn sure wouldn't flaunt it! Or talk about it at WORK! It's the Herp, not the Honor Roll. We had a patient who was about 800 lbs with various body odors. This bitch asked what that awful smell was and started spraying. Who the hell does she think she is? This man had ulcers and was bed-ridden. He was only in there for a surgical consult! No flipping compassion or respect whatso. Did she really find it necessary to be that big of a douche? Then, as she's "training" me, she tells me repeatedly what to press...like obvious stuff, like pressing enter. It's data effin entry. I get the concept of making the same designs on the computer that I see on the paper...holy mother. Other than that it's having to hear the abundance of shit they talk about their coworkers (myself included probably, as if I gave two), and how awesome or fucked-up their significant others are. I would throw myself out the window, but the second floor isn't high enough. |
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I went to college with a guy who thought splashing on some Brut was an acceptable substitute for a shower. And by "splashing on" I mean handfulls of the stuff. He would do this for several days in a row - no shower, splash on the Brut, marinate, repeat. |
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Great name & post combo!
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I have a coworker that I share an office with that is a smoker. I don't really care, most of the time, about smokers. I'm an on again off again smoker myself (just never at work). But damn this lady and everything she touches smells like burning pits of lung tar mixed with sulfur and bile. She smokes cheap cigarettes from the reservation here, and that may have something slight to do with it, but damn, it smells rough. Thankfully on the days she's in I can spend 90% of the shift out of that particular office room doing other things.
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Get a Hannibal Lecter poster like this one. Frame it and hang it so that she will be looking right at it. Gush on and on about how hawt you think Hannibal is and how totally misunderstood.
Last edited by Clothahump; 30th March 2011 at 07:17 PM. Reason: oops, forgot the link |
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