You have to be able to corner them for that to work, though. And make sure you’ve had lots of salami with onions and pickled herring for breakfast and/or lunch. And chew on some fresh parsley. Make sure bits of it remains visible for the rest of the day.
And scratch yourself. Frequently.
Sounds like a firm I worked at years ago. Total cult-like environment. Constant references to drinking the cool aid and all. We used to have to do a “team cheer” before every meeting. Downright creepy.
Sometimes it takes a while before you get the proper “team attitude.” But as soon as the lab finishes processing your medical records, they’ll escort you downstairs and you’ll have a cortical stimulator implanted in your hypothalamus just like everyone else. And then everything will be fine, my friend. You’ll see. Everything’s going to be just fine.
Alternatively, you could just be nice, smile, and enjoy the pleasant work environment.
I thought the title was about the Straight Dope. I thought this thread would be nothing but people telling you to fuck off.
Years ago a friend and I were holidaying on the North Coast of NSW. While out driving one day we decided to stop at the next town for a counter lunch and a beer at the pub. The town had a sign on the outskirts Welcome to FRIENDLY Woolgoolga. We walked in to the bar and waited to be served. I glanced at one of the locals seated nearby and he said, “What the fuck are you looking at?”
We immediately left. I have never been back to FRIENDLY Woolgoolga.
don’t ask, if you’re ever travelling down south to Vic via the Princes H’way, don’t, whatever you do, stop for petrol or a feed in Cann River.
I swear, all the locals were extras for the movie Deliverance, and the sheer hostility towards travellers is alarming. They seem to forget that the reason they have a life at all is because of folks filling their tank and bellies with a hot pie or chips.
Worst. Bloody. Town. in Australia IMHO. Fucking scary too. And I am not basing this on just one ‘visit’ to the town…over the years, Cann River has been many a stop on my travels further on, and for a few years later, the ‘metropolis’ when me and the kids were camped in the National Parks just south of the town.
Apologies to nice people who live in Cann River. The rest of you are utter arseholes who should have been smothered at birth.
