How to Irritate me.

Tuesday, October 25th, 2005 | Culture Clash, Insanity

Sometimes I think I’m going to loose it, jump over the desk, put my hands around his throat and just SHOW him how much he irritates me.

And he bites his nails. Loudly. With slurping noises. Surely nobody can enjoy the taste of their own epithelials that much. Only a handful of people on this earth know how much noisy nail-biting makes my skin crawl.

What’s worse, is the knowledge that he’s too ‘environmentally unaware’ to realise what his presence does to the social climate of this department. He walks in, all enjoyment walks out.

I’d like to walk out, too, however I am a slave to my wage slip and my wage slip is telling me that I need to work.

For the record, I’m not talking about you, Mr Frog.

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