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Theres SO MUCH NOISE in my office! Theres the finger-tapping, pen-clicking guy; the always-clipping-his-finger-nails guy; the asshole who keeps his door WIDE open & takes all his calls on a loud speaker-phone; the people who blast their awful "music" after 3pm; the guy who leaves his cell volume on loud but is never at his desk to answer it when it rings; the people who like to "walk & talk" but then stop in front of MY desk to finish conversations.. ahhh! SHUT UP!!
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Cursing & yelling at an ear piercing octave at the computer, like it might actually answer you & correct the problem on it's own.
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Stop expecting me to ask if you want something for lunch just because I'm going to pick myself up something. You have a car get it yourself!
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Do any of you ppl know how to NOT be lazy? You piss and moan about your stupid kids, husbands, your aches and pains, blah blah blah. No one cares! It's enough to make me sick. The phrase is NOT CALLED PAINING it's PAIN. Learn proper English you twit. Somehow all of you have earned a name for yourselves by doing nothing all day. Your idiots are all friends of convenience. What a waste of good oxygen you are. Try doing something worthwhile with your pathetic life.
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Has it ever occurred to your dumb ass, literally, that we all get tired of listening to you clear your throat every second? Where there's smoke there's fire, and you've already admitted that you know what the problem is, so why not take your big banana nosed ass to the doctor and get it fixed.
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If your neighborhood is so great, what are you doing there?
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Stop asking me what I did this weekend, especially when I have seriously considered spending all forty eight hours of it throwing darts at a picture of your face. What are we...friends? I also don't care about how much better mileage your car gets than mine. I get much better mileage out of your mom than you get out of your awesome environmentally friendly fagmobile.
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The Art of Being A COMPLETE FUCKING ASSHOLE: The definition of a total piece of shit, an employee who does the job of a student worker, has terrible hygiene, talks shit about everyone she works with, is a rat, borrows money, always wants people to do her favors and then shits on them, won't answer phones, or learn essential job tasks, bitches constantly. Basically, God's Cancer, a person who is such a bitch, so wretched at her core that Jesus Christ would spit in her face.
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You are too lazy to take notes or even read the ones that have been typed for you. You don't listen when people speak to you because you can't repeat back what has just been spoken to you! You do not think for yourself. You have to be told how to do everything. You think it is perfectly acceptable to interrupt me every five minutes or to inspect my lunch everyday. You talk incessantly about NOTHING. How the f*** am I supposed to get any work done? Please go find another job.
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What a miserable phoney you are! Not only do you not do shit all day, your loud, non-stop complaining makes me want to hang myself. I get the shivers just looking at your creepy evil face when you walk by. And don't try to make small-talk with me! That shit may work with your old-biddy pal and spineless boss, but it's not fooling me, even for a second. Basically, you're worthless, and shut your trap - nobody cares what you have to say!
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