To such utter PITA's would I be justifed in putting laxitve in their group tea pot and hiding all the tolet paper?
you know the types, all they do is laugh and chat like morononic drunken chimps all day about their boring pathic lifes. Talk (shout) loudly down the
phone so the whole office can hear. Turn the heating up till you feel like your going to pass out (sitting here in a t-shirt and jeans with my shoes
off cos its so damn hot!!!)
To such utter PITA's would I be justifed in putting laxitve in their group tea pot and hiding all the tolet paper?
DO IT NOW
You are having a good day today then hey Mr W???
I love the heating comment, i thought that was just my office!
Why on earth must olderthanmiddle aged women be so SO hot all the time?! 
edit: I realise the above sentence is open to exploitative interpretation. 
[Edited on 12/3/09 by cd.thomson]
having a sh$te day cos I can't think over these b£st£rds racket
no point in doing it now, would have to be first thing in the morning...could even block the toilets too
My Missy's the same, all I hear is it Freezing!!! no its not, the dogs have passed out on the floor and I'm drinking gallons of water trying
to stay conscious!
[Edited on 12/3/09 by Mr Whippy]
Wait until the vacuous twats start singing the songs from adverts and whistling...
I'm with you...
Go for the toilet paper and laxative (Oh, and make sure your phone camera does video)
Know what you mean about public conference calls. Why oh why do people have to have the damn speaker phone on for a one-to-one call?? 
I feel for you, I sit in lectures and theres always two arseh*les behind me having some juvenile joke to eachother making me miss all the important parts.
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Why on earth must olderthanmiddle aged women be so SO hot all the time?!
ha! now everyone at work is looking at me wondering why im laughing. Bet theyre posting on some good house keeping forum about their odd young male
coworker who keeps quiet and so far today has removed his jacket, tie, popped his top button and rolled up his sleeves.
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Originally posted by Mr Whippy
To such utter PITA's would I be justifed in putting laxitve in their group tea pot and hiding all the tolet paper?
We used to put ear drops into the tea of annoying co-workers - the effects were always quick and devastating.
One guy didn't quite make it to the toilet before his arse exploded - how we laughed watching him half crawling, half running the final few yards
to the door. The cleaners weren't too happy either.
Needless to say his career there (Toyota, Burnaston) never really progressed any further.
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Originally posted by sickbag
Toyota, Burnaston
Contract there ended about 5 years ago now - was in the IT dept.
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Originally posted by sickbag
We used to put ear drops into the tea of annoying co-workers - the effects were always quick and devastating.
One guy didn't quite make it to the toilet before his arse exploded - how we laughed watching him half crawling, half running the final few yards to the door. The cleaners weren't too happy either.
had a chunk of a few of those types in the past.........stick it to em
I've been battling with an annoying manager at work for the past few years. I've been able to bite my tongue and get through the shifts by
taking the pith every now and again by taking he odd sicky, doing the odd guvvy-job, but it's been pretty tricky the last week or so when I found
that some complex reports and drawings that I had done, came back to my desk with the managers name on them! He'd submitted them to the directors
as his work!! And then I found out this morning that he's promoted his mate to be my boss. A guy who has worked for us for a few weeks and has no
experience of what we do. I had a showdown this morning and the manager has told the new guy that he can come to me if he has any problems. Like
Feck!! He's getting an extra £8k so he can make the decisions!! Sorry. Rant over.......
I'm looking for a new job!
I'd suggest that you go see his boss so they know who does the work!
Used to have people like that when I worked in town.
Various nicknames along the lines of Eeza...., Whatta...., Blokesa......,
The bit that's missing can't be posted but "next Tuesday" might give the game away
ATB
Simon
We used to have a shop floor manager who was a body builder and a shop floor full of women obsessed by their weight.
The manager had a massive tub of weight gain 2000, and the girls had a massive tub of slimfast shakes.
We swapped the contents of the tubs one day! The bodybuilder couldn't work out why he wasn't getting any bigger and all the girls
complained their diets weren't working!
Mike
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it's been pretty tricky the last week or so when I found that some complex reports and drawings that I had done, came back to my desk with the managers name on them! He'd submitted them to the directors as his work!!
I'm working on costings for next years gas buying (we buy a lot of gas!) and I'm seriously considering a miscalculation.......
"Someone" at my place managed to get hold of a load of dry ice and popped a few good sized lumps in one of the toilets to see what would
happen. After turning the cubicle into a miniature budget horror film set, this person got a bit worried about the possibility of cracking the pan,
so attempted to flush said frozen gas. Sadly the laws of physics ensured that the evidence of his crime would not be disposed of that easily.
Despite at least 10 flushes the dry ice got trapped in the U bend, still gassing away and causing regular bubbles to erupt in the bottom of the
pan.
Beating a hasty retreat to a good vantage point the perpetrator of this crime was then somewhat horrified to see the cleaning lady entering the
toilets, only to emerge a minute later and head towards the facilities manager. Cue both of them coming back to stare into a gently bubbling toilet
bowl
Most fortunately the bubbling ceased shortly after, and nothing was mentioned. We've just had a new delivery of epoxy however, anyone know some
good tricks to play with a box full of dry ice?
When I was an apprentice ( good memory me) we used to have mid morning and afternnon lectures. When I came back my bottle of cola was always way down
from where it should be. Ain't syrup of figs a great thief finder