WTF is up with people wanting to be all up in your biz, but never say anything about theirs? Get the )%#%) outta here with that!!
Why does the sound of this man at the job’s power wheelchair scare me each time he rides by? *shaking*
Why can’t this damn woman on the other side of my cube realize that her body spray stinks? I could care less that she’s trying to mask the cigarette smell, I don’t need an effin migraine each time she sprays that crap.
I’m sick to death of people making eye contact and not speaking. Just don’t effin look at me then dammit! *ugh*
WTF is wrong with folk not knowing how to say, “excuse me?” before they start a conversation with you while your back is turned?
I so damn wish I could smack stank off the lady who uses the bathroom and doesn’t wash her hands afterward. Just effin nasty!
Why does the geek squad that sits across from me talk so damn loud to each other when they’re like 3 feet apart? *smh*
WTF is wrong with public offices not answering they’re %)P#*% phones? Aren’t they supposed to have a damn recording if they’re not available? *trying not to scream*
I wish I still had an office with a door so I would have to put up with the idle banter that sometimes happens around me.
I need a side hustle so I can keep “Bill” out my damn life so I can actually have something out of my paychecks. *tossin lint out of my pocket*
I’m starting to hate online automatic withdrawal payments. *so much for technology*
Why do people give you partial information and expect you to figure out what the hell they’re talking about? *glazed expression*
I love my job, but why in the hell does detailed work always happen shortly before I’m scheduled to leave?
I seriously need a hooky day, I spend too much of my time working. *wiping tears from eyes*
My review is coming up in a couple months, I better get more than 3% for a raise or imma raise some serious Cain.
The cost of gas is so pissing me off cause I like to drive and cant go places as often as I’d like as a result of it; $55-$57 to fill Big Buddy damn near weekly sucks.
Living near the shore effin sucks cause the traffic is a mutha hubba on the weekends.
WTF is wrong with people who start a conversation with you while you’re on the damn phone?
Why am I looking cute today and in such a damn foul mood?
I better find the strength to tie a knot in this rope cause I’m barely hanging on today.