Thursday, April 28, 2011

where boredom goes to die

The Internet is an amazing tool. There's more information than you can shake a stick at, tons of porn that lots of people shake their sticks at, news of breaking world events, and photos of Britney Spears's most recent trip to Starbucks.

However, with all of this at your fingertips, the Internets, more than anything else, is the place where boredom (tries to) go to die. This blog, twitter, again, porn, and facebook are all online to get us through our work days, entertain us while we stand in line at the grocery, or are sitting in traffic because some idiot went Dukes Of Hazard on an I35 median.

Which all brings me to my primary point, where can I get some really good grocery store porn?! Not really.


But really, why do people so many people suck on facebook? I go to facebook to annoy my friends be entertained, distracted, and amused.

Enough with the political statements laced with kindergarten level expletives (I don't even like the ones I agree with), overly aggressive foursquare check-ins (we get it, you go home at night!), and most importantly, stop updating your status about how bored you are or how much Mondays suck or how much you can't wait for it to be Friday.

We are all bored! That is why we are on facebook!!!

So enough whining, y'all!

PS - I am not being hypocritical, this is a rant, not a whine-fest.

What CAN you do to make me less bored?

Upload hilarious pictures you took of your friends 
drunk shenanigans from this past weekend.
Make some catty comment targeted at the poor.

Share a link to an awesome song that is fresh with a beat that sounds like two blimps #$%-ing.

ANYTHING Tina Fey / 30 Rock related.

This is usually the best part of my day on facebook. 

Friday, April 22, 2011

UPDATED: yes, I have a real job... sort of

People who have just met me rarely believe I have a grown-up's job. If I had a dollar for every time I have heard someone say "YOU work in an office?", I would no longer need to work in an office. I would be yachting around the Caribbean or shooting wolverines from a helicopter with my "YOU work in an office" money.


To be completely honest, it is a daily challenge. I'm constantly looking for 'office appropriate' or grown-up ways to tell my coworkers to go outside and play a game of hide and go @#$% yourself when aforementioned inferior beings ask me a stupid question and then immediately question my answer. Seriously, I know my stuff, and am somewhat humble enough to tell you when I don't know. Seriously, it would be like me questioning your answer when I ask you the best places to get meatball subs or cupcakes.

Also, is it an office faux pas to send a company wide email outing my coworkers who don't wash their hands after using the bathroom? Even if said offenders are members of mid to upper management? As a side note, we have automatic soap dispensers that make a noise when you use them, I rarely hear this noise. Rinsing is NOT washing, you sick POSs (or is it PsOS?). And I read that properly washing your hands should last as long as it takes to sing Happy Birthday. Most fuggos here only get to "Hap.."

Speaking of the bathroom, when you and a coworker have played an embarrassing game of dueling stalls, how long is too long to play the 'I can't look you in the eyes because of what you just overheard" game of chicken?

Five minutes?

An hour?!

Or is there some sort of knock you can do to let the other person know they win and can safely leave their stall and under no circumstances whatsoever will you exit your stall? (Do NOT get this confused with the Senator airport terminal foot tap... You will wind up fired and/or promoted).

And, losers, the writing and leaving of passive aggressive notes around the office/break room only compels me further to do the opposite of what you are 'cutely' requesting I abstain from. The next time I see one of your chicken-scratch 'warnings,' I will steal your lunch, not brew more coffee, and I will most definitely not 'be a sweetie and wipe the seatie.' Barf.

Finally, can someone please tell ALL of the super attractive, married, woefully straight guys in my office to stop dressing so metrosexual? It's just rude.

Come to think of it, the doubters of my 'working in an office' are pretty much 80% right. Instead of doing our office 'Spring cleaning' of random junk and old files, I wrote this blog post. Also, my file cabinets are full of snacks!



UPDATE: In response to my disdain of passive aggressive notes, my friend sent me this link. I then spent about a half an hour perusing through it, and found my new favorite note ever.