You may not have noticed, but we only have one microwave here at the office. And that one microwave happens to be about 6 inches from the titular fucking ping pong table which you titular fucking fucks are too fucking stupid to stop fucking around with!
Is there some compelling reason you can’t fucking stop playing ping pong for the two fucking minutes it take me to warm up a bowl of soup?! You think I fucking like getting hit in the fucking head with a fucking ping-pong ball?? Maybe you’d like me to whack you in the face with my balls for a few minutes, eh?
And shouldn’t you be fucking working? Who the fuck plays ping pong at fucking work? What the fuck year do you think it is, 19 fucking 97? You mean to tell me with unemployment at a 16 year high, one week after a layoff, the company is still fucking paying you to fucking play fucking ping pong? Jesus Fucking Christ!
Well, you could always “accidentally” splash them with your soup, I guess.
(As for the ping-pong and air-hockey, I have you all beat-WE have a combination trampoline/bungee jump.)
No. That is not my biggest problem. It’s just rude, inconsiderate, and really easy to rant about.
No, I’m ragging on them for lobbing ping pong balls at my head while I’m hurrying to scurry back to my dank little cave to continue staring at this monitor and answering inane questions. Not your inane questions. That’s just a hobby.
It’s pretty bull shit to be hitting people with ping pong balls when they’re heating up food, and some of that is hot liquids. Cut the table in half lengthwise so there is more space between.