You have the ability to express your frustrations in a way that actually elevates people, because you have such great comic timing and you make it funny. I love that about you! It is what makes you so special. :)
UM, We got to a point in our house where I was not allowed to talk about "eating sounds" anymore. There was a person in my VERY quiet office who, for months, politely ate carrots, apples and popcorn regularly while we worked at our desks. No smacking or rude open-mouth sounds. Nothing inconsiderate...
But in an office that quiet (ours is dead silent), simply the sound of carrots being crushed between her teeth, or the sound of her teeth piercing the skin of the apple on each bite, would make me want to crawl out of my skin.
It got to the point where the little rustling sound of her hand wandering around inside her bag of popcorn reaching for another handful, would make me call my husband almost in tears.
Then she started clipping her fingernails, and I would go home sick. I am so so so with you on this.
I noticed that two meetings ago. It makes me want to tip him over in his chair. HIs initials are GC.
I would add (at the risk of being depicted as defending said girl) that her boss makes her type up the notes and circulate them. Because he is like that.
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You have the ability to express your frustrations in a way that actually elevates people, because you have such great comic timing and you make it funny. I love that about you! It is what makes you so special. :)
Ugh. That just sounds gross!
Meetings are a good excuse to zone out though and get paid for accomplishing absolutely nothing.
ha ha!!! who was it?
UM, We got to a point in our house where I was not allowed to talk about "eating sounds" anymore. There was a person in my VERY quiet office who, for months, politely ate carrots, apples and popcorn regularly while we worked at our desks. No smacking or rude open-mouth sounds. Nothing inconsiderate...
But in an office that quiet (ours is dead silent), simply the sound of carrots being crushed between her teeth, or the sound of her teeth piercing the skin of the apple on each bite, would make me want to crawl out of my skin.
It got to the point where the little rustling sound of her hand wandering around inside her bag of popcorn reaching for another handful, would make me call my husband almost in tears.
Then she started clipping her fingernails, and I would go home sick. I am so so so with you on this.
You're not crazy. Of course, I probably am.
I noticed that two meetings ago. It makes me want to tip him over in his chair. HIs initials are GC.
I would add (at the risk of being depicted as defending said girl) that her boss makes her type up the notes and circulate them. Because he is like that.
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