Man that Ninja Pizza Guy took my answer.
In addition, I do not need to know about my coworker’s period, constipation, indigestion, smells/solids/liquids eeking from said coworker’s ass all day. I do not want to see your snatch when you sit in front of me. If you are incapable of crossing your legs, wear pants. If you are CtAC, please zip your pants, cause I don’t want to see your dick, either. If you are going to have an affair with the boss, meeting at the restaurant half a block from the office for your little rendezvous is probably a bad idea. Do not ask me why people are talking about that and how they know.
I know you have pictures of your kids/dogs/geckos/cousin’s godparents/fairy godmother on your desk. You do not need to show them to me every day. Also, FYI, it’s customary to wait for someone to ask to see the pictures of the new baby/cat/dog/car/horse/alien from the great beyond before you bowl them over with 34,000,000 pictures of the little darling eating/sleeping/taking a shit.
Please do not come into my office, see the mountain of work on it, comment ‘Wow look at all that! You must be swamped!’ and then launch into a 30 minute monologue about whatever-the-fuck it is.
To the janitors: I know you guys work hard and you’re usually very nice, but please do not bitch and moan about doing things that are a normal part of your job. You complain that the trash can is full once a week and you must empty it. You complain loudly in the hall if there is a shoe scuff on the floor. When you come to clean my office, and I am extremely busy, a twenty minute conversation about the climate in my office is not necessary. You were told a thousand times yesterday, and the day before, and all last week, that it’s cold in my office because I like it that way. You’re in here for 30 seconds to empty the trash, and this does not give you the right to adjust my air conditioning.
To everyone: When you ask me a question about some management thing and I say ‘I don’t know about that because it’s not in my department,’ this is not a signal to say ‘Well I heard,’ and then ask me ten fucking more times. I don’t know what the accounting department is up to, I don’t know if they’ve having a luncheon, and no I really don’t know why the VP is giving someone a tour. Asking me about events on Fridays is also useless because I don’t work on Fridays, and I haven’t for at least the last year.
To my boss: I am not dumb. I can understand you, so it is not necessary for you to say things like ‘This will probably go over your head.’ I doubt that it will, especially if you are talking about the network. You do recall promoting me to head that department, do you not? There is a reason other than stupidity that I won’t fix your computer. That reason is your attitude and my inability to suffer it long enough to be in your office to fix the computer. Let me know when you will be not here and I will do it.
Ah… better now.