We have recently moved offices to share a space with another couple of teams in the same industry.
First day in the office Numbers, the accounts guy,walks in to the new space.
'Wow, someone is going to change their behaviour aren't they?'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, now there are other people here, you're going to have to act like an adult.'
'Considering this morning a remote control car came careering around the corner, screeched to a halt in front of my desk, with a note on the windscreen that said, "GET FUCKED!", I don't think that's going to have to be anytime soon.'
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That sounds suspiciously like something my father would do...
Hell is sharing an office with other people.
I had to share an office with a sales guy who would rip off a steady stream of eye-watering farts after lunch, which would continue 'til quitting time.
I learned to schedule all my outside sales calls for after lunch, and get my inside sales calls done before.
And he would brag on and on about all the women he could get. I don't think it counts if your method of getting women consists of stunning them with poison gas and then claiming victory.
Anonymous, it is something my father would possibly do as well-but his note would most probably read, 'If you want a birthday present, get me a coffee.'
Fat Sparrow, how perfectly awful.I Gah, gah, gah.
We used to play football in my old place. We had offices off a long narrow corridor. The object of the game was to get the ball into either one the end offices.
It went straight out the window one day, five floors up.
That's funny, your office sounds like good fun.
PS How was the earthquake?
Holemaster, I'm wondering who it landed on. 'See, I was walking down the road and from out of nowhere there appeard a football. It was a sign from God.'
Tinman, it is. Mental, but fun.
Tinman, didn't feel it! But they keep on coming - another one this morning.
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