Primaflora, if I were in the business of drive-by insults without the wherewithal to engage in a discussion, I’d run away as well. If you fear public embarrassment, write about me in your private journal next time.
… I assume you are addressing me, and the inability to spell my name is symptomatic of your stunted intellect.
Holy Shit!!!
You know how they say "There’s someone for everybody? Well, tell Al, “Have I got a gal for you!”
You have just described, to a T an ex co-worker. I remember one time, I was trapped in the lab with her, and was desperately skulking about for something to pretend to be absorbed in so I could ignore her. It was futile. Her ceaseless, mind-numbing droning was so relentless that I was quite literally shrieking (mentally) “Shut up, shut upSHUDDUPSHUDDUPSHUDDUP… JUST…SHUT…THE…FUCK…UP!”
I then realized that everything had gone completely silent; evidently, I had been “thinking aloud.”
That episode made me something of a folk legend at work.
Waverly… is that you, Al?
Yep, now get back to work. I made a list of internet tools you could use and should install on your computer. I couldn’t find any paper except for the piece you have framed on your desk. It has a picture of people or something on it, but you can still read my list.
Seriously - sorry for the hijack. I won’t participate in a flame war in your thread.
Sounds like me, actually. Anyhoo, I’m this close to telling the story of the cow-orker who continues to make me ashamed to call myself a computer nerd, but I don’t think I can do him justice.