In our area, we already have not one but TWO stations playing Christmas music 24/7.
I get why the stores do it (to encounrage us to buy more stuff) but I want my radio stations back damnit!
If it is like last year, another one will go to Christmas music each week and I will be left with the oldies station on AM by the time Christmas gets here.
Workplace griping? Why fuckin’ bother.
Get another job, ball bag.
I don’t really mind of they start slipping in a few Christmas songs here and there during November, it’s the stations that switch over to 24-hour-a-day Christmas music in November that bug me. Are there really that many people who want to listen to it non-stop for two months?
… the fuck? 
Ignore it.
Or play with it - it’s just a troll. 
Is “ball bag” like nutsack? My first thought was about those bags you carry bowling balls in, second thought was testicles, third thought was … well … the fuck?
I can’t possibly imagine someone coming in and posting that after having read the thread. You probably skipped it.
Your loss, bucko.
I think I’ve mentioned - can’t be arsed to search now - that NiceSweetCoworker has the sense of smell of a small granite rock. Here’s the newest gem:
I returned from the breakroom with my lunch, and sat down to eat while working. Typing in silence ensues for a few minutes. Then, out of the blue:
Her: “Roast beef.”
(pause)
Her: “Roast beef?”
Me: “Umm … what?”
Her: “Roast beef.”"
Me: “Mailbox…? Are we just naming nouns? Need. Verb. To. Go. With. Noun.”
Her: “Are you eating roast beef?”
Me: (looks down at bowl of chicken soup) “Uhhh …”
You’re sweet, and you’re good at your job, but you really need to stop playing Guess That Smell.
Ha! 
When people pop in to denigrate a thread about “thing” for being about “thing”, thus showing their superiority to us sad, pathetic, lowly “thing” posters, I feel like patting them on the head and saying “Well aren’t *you *a special snowflake! Who is special? You are, yes you!” I mean, that’s what they want, right?
Seriously, this is my favorite thread on the Board (Ah, SG…) and I haven’t ever posted in it to complain.
Eat my shorts!!!
All I do is sell shit. People buy, people don’t. I could spend fucking hours crying about shit. Fuck it.
Hey! It’s my opinion! Don’t like it? Skip it.
You know what else?! Shitload of fuckers in the country that can’t even bitch about that. Don’t have a damn job at all.
Don’t get me wrong, hey, it’s a message board. FOR SAYING SHIT!!!
You can share your most wonderful opinions and you’de care to censor mine?
News Flash!!! Life is hard, then you die.
You are Shredder Guy and I claim my 5 pounds.
Aw, the poor ickle underbridge dweller got his pwecious feewings hurt. Here.
I have a feeling you’ll get censored soon enough, Omegaman, without us doing anything.
I got balls, Guess what they’re made for.Think Nancy Sinatra and the boot thing. You guys crack me the hell up! I shit you not. Words? Oh Noes!
I think someone’s having an episode.
Roddy
Man, I haven’t heard that in ages. Takes me back, it does.
Actually, I believe we have a few un- and under-employed Dopers right here in this very thread, too.
(Right? Stand up and be counted?)
ETA: also, I’m a wee bit disappointed that nobody’s called me out yet for the stealth-brag I snuck in upthread. You people are off your game today.
A small win. (the short version)
Picture the scene. A multi floor office block with a central main staircase, along with a fire stair at the end of the wing. The boss is suspicious that we are slacking, despite us all meeting her targets.
So a few days ago, the boss goes up the main stairs, through the office floor above us and on towards the fire stairs. Down the fire stairs she creeps, using her best secret agent skills, then slowly opens our fire door to stealthily reappear in our office at the back of the room. Her purpose? Probably to see who gets a book out when she’s not in the room.
So one sneaky turn deserves another. Someone phoned the health and safety officer and asked them to circulate a reminder that the fire stairs are for emergency use only. No names were mentioned, however it has become apparent that H&S know exactly who the culprit was. The way the messages cascade means that sneaky boss is obliged to send an email round her team reminding us not to do the thing we caught her doing only the other day.
Oh, how we laughed.
(loving this thread. SG will never know how far his fame has reached)
Don’t worry. Some whiney ball bag will be along shortly. And Roddy? You suck! Off my Christmas card list with you!
I swear people! Be glad you got a damn job!
Being glad I’m not unemployed and desperate doesn’t immediately produce job satisfaction - not to mention adequate compensation, fair treatment, competent coworkers/managers, and so forth. I haven’t quite figured out why not, but I’m sure it might occur to me shortly.
In the meantime, I would suggest you write a book peddling your “be glad you got a damn job!” motto as the latest hip update of “Who Moved My Cheese?” except that many managers seem to have stolen your idea already, and, well, you see the vicious circle we’re stuck in. It’s ironic, really.