You should not be allowed to eat pungent food in the office.
You should also, occasionally, back your team mates up.
You should not be allowed to drink stinky soup in the office.
You should not be allowed to spend an hour whispering on the phone every lunchtime to your boyfriend in the US.
You should invest in Clorets.
You should not claim credit for other people’s work.
You should not put handcream on every ten minutes.
No, I will not call you ‘mate’.
Yes, Little Miss FIPJAM next to me is seriously annoying me today.
I am close to quitting. I cannot stand it.
hang in there big guy.
Pungent food.
Like durian?
oi, nothing wrong with durians!!!!!
Too much garlic in her food?
Nothing wrong with durian, I guess it could even be a way to fight back the stinky soup…
I think it’s the curry man..
Time to rat on the bitch.
Well lets face it - if we are to integrate with local culture we should sometimes try some of their customs - one of which is stabbing your workmates in the back.
Give it a try - hilarity will ensue.
Not durian. I don’t know what it was, some sort of lunchbox with what looked like minced beef. It stank.
Also, not the curry man, he’s not here anymore. It’s the perfect fukcing robot next to me. God she drives me bananas.
She loves the rules. I’m a bit more freestyle. They don’t like freestyle here in my dept. They love the rules. Fuck my ass they love the rules.
Shaky, I agree with LT. If she loves the rules and breaks them, play her at her own game and rat on her coz that is exactly what would happen to you.
I am surprised that you are even allowed food on the floor, most places make this a big no no, if nothing more than hygiene reasons.
Do you have some sort of internal/staff comms forum where you can bring up issues - if so use it to start a campaign against robotic unhygienic behaviour. BTW, was she a “Heineken robot” in a past life as this could explain the mindless behaviour…..
oi, nothing wrong with Heineken either!!
how are you feeling, my lad?
I need to go to my emotional gym. V. busy. Will be working all weekend too.
So, a few sundowners now I reckon, but will have to cancel my 9pm meeting ….. hmmm.
Accidents can be arranged. Like a container of stinky soup spilled on a keyboard. A printout smeared with stinky beef sauce stains. Ink spilled on her seat. A bottle of Mei Kwei Lu in her drawers. Start creating an environment where she would be regarded as sloppy. Then make best friends with accounting, and have them look into the phone bills. A few lagers and an envelope next Moon Festival [September 18 this year, if memory serves] could help…
Me, devious?
Hang in there. big boy.
Now the gym…..!
Imagine Poop and Pee
And Pee and Poop
Together in the toilet bowl,
a stinky soup