December 22, 2004
Also, at the risk of setting quidnuc or fuyugare off, if any monkeys have any particularly good stories of having to deal with super annoying co-workers, it'd really brighten my day, and erase the homicidal thoughts I'm having about Kung Fu man. Several years ago, I had a cube-mate who would call his girlfriend about twenty times a day, and end each call with "I looooooove you.. sooooo much... I looooooovvvee you." Just got on my last fucking nerve. One morning, he's crying in his cube, so of course, I ignored him. He made and received several phone calls over the next two hours, talking about how Jimmy is hurt, and he doesn't know what to do. He spoke with: His mom, His SO, his SO's mom, his aunt, his (other aunt, I guess) and a boat load of friends. I actually started to feel bad, especially when he went into his bosses office and started crying in there. That is, until I found out that "Jimmy" was *drumroll* his dad's fucking TURTLE!!!! Now, I've had pets die, and it's really heartbreaking (a kitten recently, I cried for days), but the damn thing ain't even dead yet, (cracked shell though) and it's an animal he hasn't seen in a year, I know because he was bitching and bitching right before this that he hadn't been able to get home for almost a year to his SO. But he was flipping out like it was a person, and seriously, it's. a. fucking. TURTLE. p.s. the stupid thing lived. That was almost more annoying, because he was bouncing around the office like a little girl hopped up on pixie dust, and I got to listen to all the joyous phone calls.
Ierrr... they will not find it for weeks.