Man, coworkers can be some right bastards sometimes.
send this link blindly to everyone at work or put it from your cubie neighbor 
Work has killed YouTube. For a while, the message boards weren’t accessible, but my steely persistence destroyed the Websense block on it. YouTube was available, as was Myspace and Facebook, but the new young’uns abused the privilege, so off they went.
…but they kept my Dope.
If it were sheer annoyance I was going after, I’d default to “Badger, Badger” or the “Llama Song”. Maybe “Kenya” or “Hippopotamus With Noodles”.
Someone near my cube has his/her cellphone ringtone as children laughing. High-pitched squeals of laughter, over and over. If I ever find out whose phone that is, I will post that number anywhere on the web that I can. I’ll try to make it come up as the number one hit on Google when you type in “laughter.” Hell, if I can figure out who it is I’ll call them when they are meeting with thier boss or with clients. Repeatedly. Anything to make the laughing stop.
I have already checked, other people have heard it too, so I’m not crazy.
I have the Emperial March from Star Wars as my ringtone. I’m proud of being a geek.
I just have mine on vibrate.
Excelsior!
There’s worse.
Everybody’s heard the Hamster Dance, until they don’t want to hear it again. It’s so simple and repetative that it gets stuck in your head for a week, when you hear the first 3 seconds.
Do dah dee dee, do dah dee dee, do dah dee dee, do do dee… 
One of my co-workers has the ringtone of a song called “honkeytonk badonkadonk” that is most decidedly not work-appropriate.
Hee! That’s the ringtone my husband has asigned to me, on his cell phone. He likes to watch people around him, look for the cat, then get all embarassed when they realize it’s his phone.
I have the Doctor Who theme as a ringtone. I’d rather listen to that then answer my phone :smack:
Si
It’s not really the fact that people have really annoying ringtones on their phones in this office (which they do), it’s that they chose to charge all of their phones in the empty cubicle that sits directly next to mine, thereby subjecting me to any number of phone calls throughout the course of the day.
It goes without saying that since they’re charging their phones in the empty cubicle, they’re sitting contentedly in their own offices blissfully unaware of the agony they’re subjecting me to. I think it’s time to start smashing :eek:
Just climb under the desk and detach it from the power - or ask your friendly neighbourhood building engineer to kill the power to the cube…
Si
Yes.
And the first two signs of the Apocalypse are:
- The Police re-forming
- The Eagles releasing a new album
<shudder>
Oh, the pure evil!
This thread reminds me that my annual subscription fee is so totally worth it!
Somebody nearby has “Brass Monkey” as their ring tone. The entire song, not just the tune. Every time I hear it I stick my head out of my office to try to catch who it is, but no luck yet. This is a pretty conservative workplace so I’m really curious.
One of my co-workers has a ringtone that starts off with a cat’s meow, then it turns into the hokey-pokey.
I hate the g!@#$%^& hokey-pokey.
I wish to hokey-pokey the phone until it is unusable.
Our company phones are really old Nokias, and one of my co-workers has selected “Songette,” which sounds for all the world like the theme song to “The Exorcist”. She’s devoutly Roman Catholic, very old-school, and every time her phone goes off I think of an old priest coming to exorcise her.
So, are you saying you don’t enjoy the hokey pokey?
Weird. When I am at the office, mine goes “bzzzt, bzzzt”, and when I am at home it goes “ring, ring”.
The Eagles are releasing a new album? AWESOME!!!
We had a wing nut in our office. She was amost six feet tall and wore 2"-3" heels because she thought she could be “more powerful” if she was taller than the men in the office. She had an extremely abrasive personality, a sense of entitlement that was utterly amazing in some ways. If you said “hello” to her in the morning, she would roll her eyes, make a huffing sound, and then say “Pfeh… morning” with a heavy waft of sarcasm. She was put out that one of the unwashed masses had the gall to address her.
One day, someone realized that when she was in the library of the office (where we have to review older documentation) and she heard her phone ring, she would run down the hall at full tilt, in her stilettos, to try to get to her office before the call went to voice mail (and our phone system is such that call dispaly only works if callers leave a message). The library was at the back of the building, her office was near the front.
So when she was particularly annoying, various co-workers would conspire to have her run up and down the hall all afternoon. Co-workers near the library would report on her position, the ones near her office would call her extension and hang up as she came careening up the hall. The VP would intervene after awhile because the heels on the marble floors sounded like hooves, but if she was being exceptionally bitchy, he’d let it go on until she was too pissed off to perform.