And now for the trifecta of bile. . .
While I'm at it. . .
Yo Dude in the Office Next to Mine,
I have an office, not a cubicle. My door is shut. I have loud punk music playing on the speakers in here.
Somehow, I can clearly hear your ass talking to someone about football. Now, by my calendar, that ended a good two weeks ago, and the news that the Redskins hired some nobody as a coach came out a while ago. Yet, you've been talking about the subject, and your love of a team that has been horrible for years now, all throughout the season, and every single day since the Superbowl.
Now, I don't give a fuck what your hobbies are. I'm not enough of a sports fan to care about trash talking your beloved team, even if they clearly just don't win too often, and are owned by a multi-millionaire who doesn't give a fuck about you. Hell, I can even respect your loyalty to something, if you want to look at it that way. That's your own business, much like the fact that many of my hobbies and associates are atypical for this workplace. I have no quarrel with that.
No, my issue is that it is YOUR business, not MY business. I should NOT be able to hear your ass every day, day in and day out, inside a closed office with music blaring. I don't know what it is you do here, but clearly, you have a lot more free time than me. I occasionally get to bitch about things on the internet, and slightly more often read about other people's drama that I CHOOSE to read about. I really don't have time for your bullshit. Really.
So yeah, tone it down a bit. You're talking to the dude two feet from you, not an entire auditorium. That way, you can still live your life, and I can get back to being frustrated about work, and find other things to passively aggressively bitch about on the internet[0].
~EEE~
[0] I call it like I see it. I can knock on myself too. ;)
Yo Dude in the Office Next to Mine,
I have an office, not a cubicle. My door is shut. I have loud punk music playing on the speakers in here.
Somehow, I can clearly hear your ass talking to someone about football. Now, by my calendar, that ended a good two weeks ago, and the news that the Redskins hired some nobody as a coach came out a while ago. Yet, you've been talking about the subject, and your love of a team that has been horrible for years now, all throughout the season, and every single day since the Superbowl.
Now, I don't give a fuck what your hobbies are. I'm not enough of a sports fan to care about trash talking your beloved team, even if they clearly just don't win too often, and are owned by a multi-millionaire who doesn't give a fuck about you. Hell, I can even respect your loyalty to something, if you want to look at it that way. That's your own business, much like the fact that many of my hobbies and associates are atypical for this workplace. I have no quarrel with that.
No, my issue is that it is YOUR business, not MY business. I should NOT be able to hear your ass every day, day in and day out, inside a closed office with music blaring. I don't know what it is you do here, but clearly, you have a lot more free time than me. I occasionally get to bitch about things on the internet, and slightly more often read about other people's drama that I CHOOSE to read about. I really don't have time for your bullshit. Really.
So yeah, tone it down a bit. You're talking to the dude two feet from you, not an entire auditorium. That way, you can still live your life, and I can get back to being frustrated about work, and find other things to passively aggressively bitch about on the internet[0].
~EEE~
[0] I call it like I see it. I can knock on myself too. ;)