Tag Archive: coworkers

Cutting Through The Poo

Mouse Poo

Here’s a scene you probably never want to see at your job: When we got our computers upgraded, they opened up the ceiling and yep, down came the mouse crap, cradle and all. Then they just left the ceiling open like that. Are they nuckin’ futs??? When I went to see about contacting OSHA to…

Comforting a Friend in Need

Mickey walked into work today, and I saw right away that he was in tremendous pain. He looked at me with grief stricken eyes. “Awww, come here.” I went and put my arms around him. No longer able to contain his emotions, he held me tightly and broke down crying. “There, there, everything’s gonna be…

It’s raining poo!

“We’re getting new computers!” Mick rubbed his hands together, barely able to contain his boyish glee. “It’s about fricking time,” I said. We had been due for a major revamp of our network for the longest time now. In fact we were still using terminals that were older than me for our work here. The…

Because comfort counts, right?

I have a coworker named Prue. I hate Prue. Prue takes to my desk like it’s her personal kitchen, leaving me a mess of Hurricane Katrina-like proportions that I have to clean up every time her shift finally and mercifully ends. Since I’m forced to share my desk with her due to the cramped conditions…

Gearing Up For Battle

The saga at work continued today as I signed in and was immediately tapped by the boss to go talk to him in his office. “Linc, you made a lot of mistakes yesterday on the phone.” No sh–, Sherlock. Maybe it might just have something to do with the fact that I’m HEARING IMPAIRED?? “Well,…

A Day of Infamy

The REAL storm wasn’t the Nor’easter that recently hit us, it was the one that followed me to work today (and beyond). When I came in I proceeded to get absolutely pummeled by a mountain of work, completely catching me off guard because stupid me, I actually thought the Nor’easter would create a slow work…

And the answer is…..

Maybe. 18 months of soul searching, seeking, knocking, begging for clear direction, begging for signs, begging for ANYTHING that might give me an indication that I wasn’t making the mistake of my life by signing up for law school, and now here I am… one day before the deadline, STILL without an answer. I spoke…

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