I’m sitting here listening to the guy in the next cube snorting up another gob of mucus. Dear mr. cube guy…do you know how incredibly gross it is to hear you hocking up the hundredth loogie in the last 10 minutes? You must be crapping boogers with the amount of mucus you’ve swallowed. Go blow your damned nose. I don’t know which is worse–sitting next to Eve’s “Pwecious Pwincess ™” or sitting here next to mr. snotball. I think I’ll go buy the guy a box of kleenex although I’m not sure listening to him blow his nose every 5 minutes is going to be any better.
I think I’ll go out for lunch today. The thought of eating lunch at my desk and listening to that is more than I can handle today.
This is what makes having headphones and an MP3 player on my computer so great to have at work. The people around me can sneeze, sniffle, cough, wheeze, snort, smack their gum, burp and fart all they want and I don’t have to hear any of it (I’d still have to smell any farts that come my way, though).
I definitely know where you’re coming from on this, thewiz! I’m a mom and I’ve cleaned up lots of nastiness from a variety of orifices over the years but, for some reason, this one grosses me out the most. A man I work with does this all the time! You can’t have a conversation with him that he doesn’t pause every 10 minutes or so to suck one back. Aaaack!! Just thinking about it has me gagging! Must go read thread about cute, cuddly kittens…
Heh, the OP could just as well have been directed at me.
In defense of the sniffer, though, it may be the case that blowing his nose only makes the problem worse. When I get colds, it’s as if my mucous membranes immediately replace whatever was just snorted back or blown out with an equal, if not greater quantity. It’s a pain in the ass.
However, if he’s sitting there hocking stuff up in addition to just sniffing, that’s just crude.
Anyone remember a commercial that was run a few years ago where there was this lady in a similar position to the OP? I think it was for a laptop.
This was perhaps the greatest part of graduating from highshool. No more sitting in a room with two to ten fifteen year-olds constantly sniffling. BLOW YOUR DAMNED NOSES!!! Ugh. I would sometimes get up in the middle of class, grab the box of tissues from the teachers desk and hand it to the person with a runny nose and no sense.
Try a 300 person lecture hall. Every winter I get soooo close to taking out an entire calculus class with a rifle.
I had an old roommate who, while blissfully not afflicted with lugie-caliber mucus, was the queen of sniffing every 15 to 20 seconds. I now live alone.
But…blowing doesn’t work! It’s all post-nasal - I could blow my nose til my eyes popped out and my ear drums exploded and nothing would come out! Leave me alone! You’re making me cry!!
What a bunch of wussies, suck it down quietly and swallow. Recommend this to your co-worker and if they don’t fall in line, get some banana pudding and soggy crisps and ________… Bwhahahaha
Oh yes! SNORRRRRRRK! My otherwise perfect husband does this. SNORRRRRRRK! Drives me bananas. SNORRRRRRRK! He also responds with some nonsense about how blowing his nose doesn’t work. SNORRRRRRRK! Grounds for divorce, I tell ya.
Good lord, he’s telling the Beansprout dirty jokes…For once he’s not snorking and he’s telling the baby dirty jokes. Maybe he’s not so perfect after all. It’s a cute joke, so I’ll share:
A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel stuffed in his pants. The bartender says, “Hey you have a steering wheel in your pants!” The pirate says, “ARRRR! It’s drivin’ me nuts!”
Blowing your nose, snuffling…it’s all hellish anyway. The best thing to do is use a good nasal spray. Of course, I abuse it pretty much but it does cut down on sniffling.
Due to persistant nose bleeds, I was ‘directed’ by my doctor not to blow my nose for a week (along with a pack of my nose). I promptly got a head cold, and that was one miserable week. Since the excess mucus couldn’t go out the nostrils, it had to go the other way.
I was quite happy when the bleeder healed up and I could resume nose-blowing again (at a reduced level, of course).
I would much rather listen to a sniffer than a blower (that sounds odd, doesn’t it?). Anyhoo.
There is a gent two cubes down from me who honks, grunts, hocks mucus-one big flemball. Repulsive. Especially when he blows hard-I cannot describe it, I will gag.
Ooooooooh. My mom does this CONSTANTLY, year-round. So does one of the guys that I work with, only not quite as much and not when I’m trying to sleep. It drives me absolutely bananas.
Maybe your cow-orker is on dope - coke, crank, and snorting pills will all make that nasty racket. I suggest you and several other cow-orkers approach him ASAP, make the accusation, and throw a little N.A. talk on him. You know, have a little workplace intervention.
