This morning, my journey to Base 2a was delayed due to an accident on the motorway. I got there about half an hour late, tutted to colleague 1: "Motorway accident. Late. Tsk" and this kicked off an entire morning of whinging about their delayed journey home the previous evening because of an accident. Jesus.
But I suppose this made a difference from:
- Agenda for change (national pay restructuring programme and monumental cock up)
- Base 2a being under threat from Base 2b
- A particular woman at Base 2b being a twat
- Everybody else being in the wrong
- What's for lunch at the canteen
- What's on offer at Aldi
One thing about the sunshine is when you're trying to walk along and it's in your face. You can sense an oncoming presence, akin to aliens leaving a spaceship, but all you get is a bit of silhouette, lots of bright light and a blinding headache. You don't get to see people's facial expressions and so you don't benefit from clues as to which way they'll step to try to avoid you. At the same time, your own face has the expression of a champion gurner: eyes and mouth screwed up. You'd think the oncoming hoards would try to avoid you, but instead they head straight in your direction, then tut when you won't jump into the road to avoid them.
Fuckers.
I wish I could talk to people. I find it so uncomfortable discussing things that are bugging me, so they just get left and end up all twisted and sour. Then the things that are bugging me get blurted out when I write here instead.
Humph.
14 comments:
Colleagues??? Don't start me.
Bastards.
We are listening Tina.
Poor Brits. Such a sad reaction to sunshine.
Hang in there. It's really good for you.
We think you should take a sub-machine gun into work and blow all their brains out.
Make sure you get SID to touch it first, to admire the quality of the workmanship and the smooth steel.
Then leave it lying around at the scene.
Yes, yes, yes!!!! That's what i want! I want to kill them all. They must DIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Haaaaaaaaaaaaahhhahaaaaaahhhhh. (Maniacal laugh to fade).
Poison would be kind of fun. Put some cookies in the break room, and then listen to the conversation fade throughout the afternoon.
Yeah! Talk to us. Bring us to the point of empathy, this is what blogs are for.
But if you were to talk to people, what would you post here?
Don't do it!
That's true!
You could always try sign langauge. I think it would be a much better form of conversation. A bit more time consuming, but nothing beats a spot of gesticulation.
It sounds like there's only one type of sign language Tina would use. And that just takes one digit. Oh, what fun.
Yep, I know those colleagues. I have some of them at my school. They've been whining now for years over the same topics - just get over it, already!
Um, sunglasses? They're a nifty invention that keeps the sun out of your eyes.
rant away.
Actually, I have learned to talk to people that are bothering me. No matter how nice I am about it, (you know, accountable language, no blaming, leaving openings for discourse) I find that people still can't handle it. Actually, the ones that can handle it usually become friends. I've had more than one male colleague tell me that "I scare them". Can you believe that? Little ol' ma hen? They are a bunch of pussies.
Apparently one drop of Tippex thinner into a colleagues tea resulted in one disgruntled employee getting 2 years prison.
Im not saying anything.
I'm fortunate enough that I work in my corner and the only two other office people don't have much to do with me and are way over the other side around the corner....AHHHH!
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