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Jan. 18th, 2008 01:11 pmYou know how in The Simpsons neighbour Flanders always makes up his own words or extends existing words with a heydiddeleedo of some kind? I used to think that was kind of funny. But my new babbling co-worker is doing this in real life and it's annoying as hell. (I doubt he has got it from watching the Simpsons, he's not aware of pop- or any other culture)
He also changes everybody's name to some sort of kiddie-variety and seems to think he needs to tell us about every single detail of his day and night. With every other phrase he utters, the chance of me punching him in the face increases.
But the worst thing happens during our lunchbreak. The original co-workers -who stay over and eat in the kitchen- sit quietly and read. It's a nice and relaxing break from work.
Not so much now with babbling co-worker, who obviously can not handle the silence and keeps talking about the most uninteresting stuff you can imagine.
Why are you telling me this? Why should I care? I don't care, I'm trying to read.
One more day until the weekend. Half a day, technically. I'm counting the minutes.
ETA: Not everything is bad. He is the only guy who actually changes the toilet roll when needed. But he puts the new one on the wrong way 'round, I have to substract points for that.
He also changes everybody's name to some sort of kiddie-variety and seems to think he needs to tell us about every single detail of his day and night. With every other phrase he utters, the chance of me punching him in the face increases.
But the worst thing happens during our lunchbreak. The original co-workers -who stay over and eat in the kitchen- sit quietly and read. It's a nice and relaxing break from work.
Not so much now with babbling co-worker, who obviously can not handle the silence and keeps talking about the most uninteresting stuff you can imagine.
Why are you telling me this? Why should I care? I don't care, I'm trying to read.
One more day until the weekend. Half a day, technically. I'm counting the minutes.
ETA: Not everything is bad. He is the only guy who actually changes the toilet roll when needed. But he puts the new one on the wrong way 'round, I have to substract points for that.