Work Annoyances
Small Talk
I absolutely DREAD small talk at work. Many a time I've camped in washroom stalls trying to avoid it. I mean, small talk is painful enough on it's own, but over constant toilet flushes and flatulence makes it a trillion times more akward.
Alt Tabbing
I will sooner become the heavy-weight wrestling champ of the world before I get the hang of alt-tabbing. I get so flustered when someone walks in while I'm facebooking that all my fingers on my left hand freeze, which then results in instant trauma for my coworkers (usually from seeing a drunken picture of a friend of a friend of mine, half naked and foaming from the mouth). Thus, alt-tabbing now sits quite nicely between playing GH3 on hard and whistling on my list of "Things I'm Shitty At".
Flirty Courier/Delivery Guys
Now, don't get me wrong. I've befriended our company's UPS courier guy because he's friggin' awesome. By awesome i mean he wears hats that make me laugh and always tells me about his daughter's hockey tournaments up north. It's mainly our Fedex couriers/Staples delivery men that make me uncomfortable. Especially when they ask where I'm from and then proceed to tell me of all the gorgeous filipina girlfriends they've had. Seriously, dude? Your cookie's in the mail, I'll courier it to you.
Sales Calls
Sales people talk the same speed I eat (really fuckin' fast!). I barely get a word in after, "Good afternoon". Perhaps that's their strategy; buy heaps of postage, discounted toner and recycled paper from exotic African rainforests and ONLY then will they shut up.
Post-Isn'ts
Sticky post-its are pretty much integral for my efficiency at anything in life (most esp. my job). And since I've never been a "mental note" type, when I need to remember something I HAVE to write it down and stick it somewhere I'll see. It frustrates me when post-its lose their sticky goodness and fall in disorganized heaps. It's literally a scene right out of 'Memento' on my desk.
Forgetting Coworkers' Names
What's worse is when you call them by a completely different name and try to play it off like they're the ones that don't know what they're talking about.
Me: Good morning, Reza.
Zak: You mean Zak? Morning, Abi.
Me: No, I said it to Reza behind you. *laughs crazily*
Zak turns around, automatically pins me for a complete jackass and walks away...quickly.
*siigh...GOTTA LOVE WORKING IN AN OFFICE!