Arrrrrrgh! Stompy has been tidying his office for two days now. If he needs to empty a box, he pulls stuff out out at a time and just tosses it on the floor - KA-BANG! KA-BANG! KA-BANG!
Then there’s all the stuff to go into the box, which he tosses in from across the room KA-BASH!
Makeitstopmakeitsotpmakeitstop!
On the plus side, I applied for six jobs today…
Our entire floor knows when the mail guy is making his rounds because of his heavy, old cart.
Stompy sounds like he’s out of control. Is Stompy familiar with “hostile workplace” policies?
You forgot Shooty.
Oh, once in awhile the higher ups stop in to let him know he should be quiet, but he goes:
“Really? Oh, I had no idea.”
Then when the higher-up leaves his office, he does the door-kicky thing to close it again. I think he’s also very oblivious to the noise and commotion he causes with his lazy flinging.
We had Lifetime.
Lifetime was a lady who owned multiple houses (one “on the lake”, but yet she still worked her fairly ordinary job) who described to me and my coworker how she had to call the poilce on her boyfriend because he stole her Mercedes, how she had to sue her doctor because he tried to have her killed, etc, etc. It really never ended.
We decided that her life sounded to us like a Lifetime “woman in peril” movie. So she became Lifetime.
Many years ago I worked for a Stompy. Dude had some serious anger management issues. He got so mad one time he kicked a cash register down the stairs. (Just about broke his foot, too. It was all I could do to keep from laughing.)
I have a manager now who is probably a relative of Betty HiWhoJustJoined. We have a daily status call every morning. This guy gets all fidgety if everyone hasn’t called in within thirty seconds of the start of the call. He’ll start asking “Is so-and-so on yet?” like that’s going to make them dial in faster. If you take too long to call in, he’ll “ping” (IM) you. Drives me nuts. I guess I’ll call him “Pingy”.
Oh, wow! I just had a flashback to my old office. We had a Lazy Fling kind of guy too. He never walked over to the trash can or recycling bin, he’d lob his garbage. The office was a rectangle with offices on the outer walls and then desks along the inner walls. If you were at one of the inner wall desks, your back was to the open space of the main floor. The recycling bin was against a wall about 6 feet away from a high strung woman who did data entry. Every day, at some point Flingy would lob a glass (!) bottle across the open space into the recycling bin where it would crash loudly on top of the cans and other bottles. This was understandably startling and would make the average person jump up out of their seat. At our office, it made the high strung lady scream. By “scream” I mean, “chainsaw-wielding, goalie-mask-wearing serial killer is peering in your window in the middle of the night, scream-queen, SCREAM.”
This would frighten everyone in the office. No matter how many times Flingy was told not to fling, he just never got it. In his world, throwing things was the normal way the world worked and he could not be trained to do otherwise. He just would not waste any effort by getting up to go over to the trash, not matter who it disturbed. He was also the kind of guy who would leave just a dribble of water in the water jug, so he technically “didn’t use the last of it” and therefore wasn’t responsible for refilling it. The high strung lady eventually quit from the stress. She was getting a bit twitchy always waiting for the inevitable crash, but never knowing when it would hit. Flingy left a few months later to pursue other work. He was an ass.
He is in the cubicle next to me. Drives me buggy.
We also have a woman who wears heels and walks very loudly. I kind of like it because she is kind of hot, so I always get to turn and check her out as she stomps on by.
She probably would have been a big hit with whomever is in charge of casting for Supernatural - I’ve been in all kinds of stressful and scary situations, and have never heard someone scream like that, yet in Supernatural the majority of actresses seem to have been chosen after a lung-capacity test. I like that series, but it would be nice if they ever had someone startle or yip, as opposed to screamherheadoff.
I used to work with the Queen of Hearts: “orf wif 'is 'ead!” The company’s manager, sales manager and quality manager formed a triumvirate: they were known as “the ranch owner, the shepherd and the dog”, “the cat, the bear and the dog”… yep, she certainly barked a lot. Among other things, every morning she’d call the warehouse manager into her office and threaten him with ripping his head off - at volumes that you could hear from outside the building, and for things over which the poor guy had no control and which were not his responsibility. On the day in which I knew I was going to get fired (having left work at 3am that night, wobbly from lack of sleep since I could not sleep by day - which I had stated before taking what was supposed to be an office-hours, office-setting job, and they had illegally changed the duties and hours on me), I drove to work very slowly, because riding in the backseat of my car were three trays of mini-cakes from the best baker in town, one for each shift.
And no, I could not bring Labor in: at the time, in order to file a complaint against a company you had to be a worker in that company of just fired from it. Since I was in through an agency, I couldn’t file. This law was a 19th century throwback, you would have thought someone could have come up with the notion of updating it once temp agencies got invented and became a major part of Spanish economy; it eventually was updated some ten years ago.
I think I will soon need to start a pit thread about Stompy.
Frak! He can’t even change his shoes without being disruptive. He had to switch to his snow boots. He stood up, put his foot on his chair, untied his laces, slipped off his shoe… and threw it over his shoulder. WHUMP! Took off his other shoe and threw it over his shoulder. WHUMP! I swear it sounds like an ultimate cage fighting match is perpetually going on in there. He can’t do any little, normal thing without sounding like there’s a fist fight going on.
This new office set up sucks. I’m going to have to ask to be moved. I hope one of these jobs I applied to pans out.
Crap! I didn’t know you worked with me!
j/k