- Why is it that all boys in our office play golf? I mean really. Do their Dad’s tell them when they’re little: “alright boys, now if you’re going to work in the corporate world one day, you’d better learn how to swing a club!” What is that?
- Public Restrooms. I understand that in an office of 150+ the odds of people having to poop during the day gets quite high. But (HA, no pun intended), please, if you’re going to poo in the bathroom, can you make sure the splatter is not left all over the bowl for the rest of the office to see? Thanks.
- If one more person walks into my area and says “Gosh, aren’t ya lonely back here?” I’m going to scream at the top of my lungs. “No, dumbass, I don’t have a chance to get lonely because people like YOU keep coming and asking me about it! Now leave me alone and let me enjoy the quiet for once!”
- Just because I sit near the snack vending machine does not mean that: A) I know why your twizzler’s got stuck, B) how you get them out or C) that I even remotely care…Unless you start talking to yourself and violently shaking the machine. Then…I may just tune in to hear you mutter curse words.
- When there are balloons and playground structures sitting in the middle of your office people from the outside world tend to take you less seriously.
