Tag Archives: coworkers

Space oddity.

we are not family

I appreciate your concern.  I do.  I can sense your sincerity.  It’s nice to know I’ll be missed.  But try to hug me again and I will break your fucking arm.  Seriously. We are not friends.  We are not family.  Yes, we are bound together by crap wages, a lousy working atmosphere, an unreasonable dress […]

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That smell.


You’ve been here.  I can tell.  My calendar’s open, my cup’s been moved, and your stench is still polluting my air.  Seriously.  It’s like working the perfume counter at K-Mart.  It’s harsh.  You smell like an Iraqi cab driver and you’re nosy.  Stay the fuck out of my office. We have e-mail, voice-mail, and inter-office mail.  We […]

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