And when those statements go out, everyone MUST talk incessantly about them. I can’t count how many times that a memo went out about professional dress which should have been addressed to one specific flip-flop-miniskirt-tanktop-wearing employee. Of course, that was the same person that also had maintenance coming to her desk multiple times to fix the air vents because she was too cold.
Me too. I hear it all day. Anytime she is explaining ANYTHING that phrase is heard.
This is very true.
We had one person that took it upon herself to send out those type of reminders.
Not only did it piss us off but they were in different colors and fonts :rolleyes:
The best part was she used to talk with her boss across the hallway that was two doors down. Talk about wanting to print out that reminder and stick on her door with the “please refrain from talking over cube walls” scratched out and changed to “please refrain from talking down the hallway to people in other offices” with highlighter added.
I still hate that bitch to this day for that kind of shit. The reminders piss off the people that do have their heads down working and the ones that are the issue do not even think for one second that the reminder may be directed at them.
I used to have to work with an extremely loud person. She was warned many, many times to keep her voice down, as even people on the other side of phone calls could hear her. She would say that she had a “loud family” and she had to learn to talk loudly so she could be heard, and therefore it was a cultural matter and not subject to discipline. She threatened to complain to the Civil Rights Commission if she continued to be treated in a manner that insulted her heritage.
Yeah. I don’t work there anymore.
I believe this woman comes from the culture of the corner of Bullyland and Brayingdonkeyville; the only sympathetic thought I sometimes have is that she probably doesn’t even realize just how loud she is.
Secretly record her, then anonymously provide her with evidence.
Better yet, record her, then play it back from your office at the same volume she speaks with. See how long it takes her to shut the fuck up then.
Hee. This thread has helped a lot in putting things back into perspective. I get a secret chuckle out of it and it distracts me from murderousness.
Thanks, all!!
Or wire her cubicle for sound connected to speakers hidden around the office and every so often just switch the system on for a moment when she’s being particularly offensively loud.
She: “HA-HA-HA!”
Everywhere around the floor: “HA-HA-HA!”
“Oh god it looks like Daniel…must be the staaaaarrrs in my eyyyyeeeeeesss…”
I’ve worked in that hell before. I am truly sorry for your pain.
Maybe I spoke to soon… Well, okay, this was only one incident, but I figured I should share.
My one cube neighbor has a daily conversation with her somewhat hard of hearing mother where she often discusses details of her father’s health issues. Why she doesn’t just take her cell into an empty office I don’t know, but she usually only talks to her for 5-10 minutes or so and I can tune her out pretty well so it’s not a big deal.
On Friday, she was telling her mother about someone else’s health issue. I wasn’t listening, but after a while, I kind of couldn’t help it. This is how her side of the conversation proceeded from the time I started paying attention.
Anal.
I said* anal cancer. Anal!
** Anal!*
ANAL!!
**A-N-A-L!! **
**ANAL! LIKE THE BUTT! **
Yes, Ma. She has butt cancer.
I feel quite sorry for whoever it is that has butt cancer. That must be awful. I’m sure everyone within a half-mile radius feels sorry for him or her as well.
That’d be Farrah Fawcett, Bob. I told my friend what she died of while he was drunk and he wouldn’t believe me. He had to ask me again the next day if he remembered correctly and again if I was serious.