If you can do it on key, it would probably be fine with me. It’s all the people with tin ears who think they are Tamas Hacki that make me want to strangle them. Some of us are NOT tone deaf.
Why is it I can whistle in tune, but can’t sing in tune? Isn’t it the same auditory circuit that hears a vocalization and modifies it to tune it?
Trust me-if you’re whistling at work, you’re 100% as annoying.
As someone who works with a whistler who is able to keep perfectly on key BUT NEVER FUCKING STOPS, it’s just as annoying as someone who plays their music at work. When I’m at work, I do not want to hear your music or anyone else’s.
Whistling is like masturbation: there’s nothing wrong with it but do it in the privacy of your own home and not in public.
I don’t whistle at work. Did I say I did?
I don’t jerk off at work either. Well, not in a couple of decades at least. 
That’s why I said “IF you’re whistling at work…” I’m all about nuance! 
- Starving Artist?
Seriously, though, I even do that sometimes, while whistling.
Usually the “hey sexy!” whistle*.
*ok this means I’m impressed at how well-endowed I am.
Three hours stuck in a plane with a whistler. I was ready to show him the emergency exit from 34,000 feet.
I can make that sound without putting my fingers in my mouth. However, I whistle in a strange way. The noise is made between my tongue and palate. I can whistle the normal way by pursing my lips, but I suck at it compared to the other method. I can’t do the fingers thing, but have never needed to.
Not only do I whistle while at work, I full on sing and whistle the instrumental parts. With the exception of a couple of hours of overlap at the beginning and end of my shift I am alone. I have some discipline, so I only annoy folks when I forget they’re there. The few times I’ve done that, it’s pretty embarrassing. I come around the corner singing “My Bucket’s Got a Hole in it” at full volume, almost run into someone who I see maybe twice a week, then trail off while smiling weakly. :o*
Like digs and ETH, it’s a result of having a jukebox in my head. Over the summer, for a couple of weeks it was “Judy in Disguise”. The week after? Yep, it was “Peg” (It will come back to you). “My Old School” was in there recently, too. 
Ok, I can dish it out, but can I take it? Sure, I’d usually rather my co-workers whistle than talk to me.
*Fortunately, no one has caught me dancing down the server aisles that I know of (It’s on the secuirty cams, I’m sure). I am so lucky I work alone.
gee thanks for making me feel, like, extra all wussy now.
Please contact your employer immediately to acquire pertinent cam footage for posting here for our pernicious enjoyment.
Thank-you.
Well, I can make the noise, but can’t do the dynamic fingers-in mouth gesture…
No no no no no noooooo. I have access to the box the recordings are on, but do not look at them anymore. The one time I did, I wondered who that bald and fat fucker was, and then quickly realized the answer.
I prefer whistling to farting.
…yeah, so lucky I work alone.
oh, oh, I see…riiiight…
You just wanted to, just…dangle it out there…a little…
%&@!# tease.
(was hoping to check out some totally unhinged moves busted out to Gloria…the Laura Branigan version, that is…)(probably no fuckin audio anyway) < not sour grapes
go straight to 2:08 - just after ill-advised Felix graphic, Monty does his killer version.
Sadly, I couldn’t find the equally urbane and peppy Tony Randall version anywhere on the internet (to compare, and, to show why he was kinda pissed with Monty burning him like that)
Hehehe, no, really. It’s horribly embarrassing, and we’re in the era where that nonsense goes viral…hmm…ok, will see what I can do. I have no pride.
And no, no audio on the current system. But, in a previous incarnation of the company, the CEO was more than a little paranoid. You could see bud microphones scattered in the ceiling tiles of the facilities. It was assumed that they were attached to a system that recorded anything above a certain volume. When I realized this after about a year of working there, I was delighted that they’d probably have to sift through about 20 hours a week of me just spewing out the musical department of my brain. You get to drink from the fire hose!
Agreed – particularly maybe, if the whistling is untuneful / random.
I like the adaptation of the “Swans sing…” couplet:
“Swans sing before they die; a good thing this’ll
Be, if some people die before they whistle.”