tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post8946279048405083635..comments2023-10-01T05:53:43.041-04:00Comments on Gifts from a Broad: Mr. BooThe Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:http://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-91786039218171888022008-03-28T18:57:00.000-04:002008-03-28T18:57:00.000-04:00Frenchie just made me pee my pants a little.You sh...Frenchie just made me pee my pants a little.<BR/>You should leave an open can of tuna waaaaay back in his desk drawer..yep, that should do it.Linka72https://www.blogger.com/profile/12318724136535263434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-58316126710450735492008-03-28T10:35:00.000-04:002008-03-28T10:35:00.000-04:00hahahaha. what a dink. I should send you my supply...hahahaha. what a dink. I should send you my supply of shock pens, radios, soda cans and cameras. let's see Mr. Boo now.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376100534890229940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-88620641714505922562008-03-28T00:36:00.000-04:002008-03-28T00:36:00.000-04:00How has no one ever given this guy what-for over h...How has no one ever given this guy what-for over his totally inappropriate behavior. Jeez! People are so terrified to confront even the simplest problems. If he bothers you, stab him. Tell them I said it was okay.WendyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00985099019783464580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-27031738604549388062008-03-27T23:36:00.000-04:002008-03-27T23:36:00.000-04:00Slap him into next week if he does it to you!Slap him into next week if he does it to you!SkylersDadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18264164502733912326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-16141269034744284392008-03-27T20:23:00.000-04:002008-03-27T20:23:00.000-04:00Dan - You mean like how he always thought it was s...Dan - You mean like how he always thought it was so funny to shake his keys in my cats face. What an assface.<BR/><BR/>Tara - Oh I HATE the "guess who" game! I don't like to be touched when I'm not expecting it and especially anywhere near my face or eyes where my make up might get mussed.<BR/><BR/>What kind of weirdo wants to go around touching peoples faces anyway.<BR/><BR/>One day she'll accidentally poke someone's eye out.<BR/><BR/>Michelle - He hasn't done anything to me yet, and I don't feel it's fair to launch a preemptive strike. I have noticed though that he has lots of signs all over his desk asking that people not touch things. Hmm.<BR/><BR/>Heidi - well said Heidi, short 'n sweet. I hope you meant Mr. Boo and not me.<BR/><BR/>Beckeye - It's a big office so we have our share of honking nose blowers and weird laughers but we don't have a Mr. Magoo. <BR/><BR/>Slice - Hey! Welcome to my blog! I think that so far he has been damn lucky that nobody has been hurt or complained about it. But that's 'cause I didn't work there before. The minute he gets me, he's toast.<BR/><BR/>Player - I'm totally planning to, but not until he has done something to me directly. I kinda warned him that he's likely to get decked and he has avoided me - so maybe he won't try it.<BR/><BR/>Suze - I've always wanted to try that out.<BR/><BR/>Gwen - I almost did, but then I realized that it may have embarassed Hey Mr. DJ. He is a MAN after all and I wouldn't want to hurt his pride.<BR/><BR/>Pistols - it would seem not.<BR/><BR/>BSUWG - Man, I can't make this shit up.<BR/><BR/>R-cubed - totally! It's like you'd be a big anus if you got mad about it. I'm already a big anus, so won't be shy about calling Mr. Boo out.<BR/><BR/>Chris - Good for you! When someone has pulled something out of the trash and put it in my coffee that's the outer limit of my tolerance. Don't fuck with my coffee.<BR/><BR/>Frenchie - I have considered this, but coffee doesn't stay around long in my cube. I tend to think more on the lines of him hurting me (or me faking that he did) so that I have more elbow room for assault charges and litigation.<BR/><BR/>Evil - I'm enjoying getting to know everyones charming little quirks, except for this loser.The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch:https://www.blogger.com/profile/16435708079953998705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-58982907095804656192008-03-27T19:57:00.000-04:002008-03-27T19:57:00.000-04:00I don't have that at my new job...I do have a lady...I don't have that at my new job...I do have a lady who sounds like and sort of looks like Estelle Costanza from Seinfeld. I also have the frog-mouthed man who is the only guy you can hear some days.<BR/><BR/>As far as Mr Boo...the punch in the throat would quash that little activity in a hurry. Go for it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-64895125691080171082008-03-27T18:46:00.000-04:002008-03-27T18:46:00.000-04:00Keep a scalding cup of hot coffee nearby and when ...Keep a scalding cup of hot coffee nearby and when he scares you, throw it in his face. Or just knee him in the nuts really hard and tell him you were once physically attacked and it's now your knee-jerk (no pun intended) reaction. That may bring his shenanigans to a halt.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-50379357060803413542008-03-27T16:48:00.000-04:002008-03-27T16:48:00.000-04:00For years we had a rubber cockroach that floated a...For years we had a rubber cockroach that floated around the office... You'd find it under the handset of your phone one day, floating in your coffee the next. I threw it away three times but someone kept digging it out of the garbage as if it were a favored pair of boxers or something. Eventually I cut it in pieces. It wasn't funny the first time, it's sure not funny the fifteenth.Chris the Hippiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18434819898396611160noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-83807631097240032412008-03-27T14:59:00.000-04:002008-03-27T14:59:00.000-04:00We're way too polite in this culture. I fake laug...We're way too polite in this culture. I fake laughed the first few times my asshat coworker tried to be funny and failed. Now I just sigh in his general direction and ask if his wife drinks a lot.rcubedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00453823338305164262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-13377607387903735632008-03-27T14:46:00.000-04:002008-03-27T14:46:00.000-04:00That has to be one of the weirdest things I've eve...That has to be one of the weirdest things I've ever read. If I were younger, I'd swear you were making it up. But, unfortunately, I've been around the workplace long enough to appreciate the insanity.Boldly Serving Up Wheat Grasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17804188398018016592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-90626523801591665152008-03-27T14:25:00.000-04:002008-03-27T14:25:00.000-04:00Wow. The worst part is that he doesn't have any o...Wow. The worst part is that he doesn't have any other responsibilities.paperback readerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05200353078639769169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-4332225911589555492008-03-27T14:12:00.000-04:002008-03-27T14:12:00.000-04:00Job security aside, Lady, you really do need to ge...Job security aside, Lady, you really do need to get this guy. Nobody messes with our Hey Mr. DJ.Gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09100388190136741782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-49283137054513801342008-03-27T12:45:00.000-04:002008-03-27T12:45:00.000-04:00Go for the punch in the neck.Go for the punch in the neck.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-11133791061844236432008-03-27T12:00:00.000-04:002008-03-27T12:00:00.000-04:00lunchlady, you should kick the shit out of him. th...lunchlady, you should kick the shit out of him. that is all.-https://www.blogger.com/profile/05215282549913888007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-13806640718994658752008-03-27T11:44:00.000-04:002008-03-27T11:44:00.000-04:00I like Michelle's idea! Just mess with his desk un...I like Michelle's idea! Just mess with his desk until he thinks he's loosing his mind! <BR/><BR/>If nothing else it will make you chuckle every time you hear his "Ack!" when he sees his desk ;) <BR/><BR/>But seriously - human resources should have done something about this by now ... that's just stupid!Brianne Hudgins Photographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03177822409968152703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-1669415903531430042008-03-27T10:58:00.000-04:002008-03-27T10:58:00.000-04:00Why does every office have that one annoying jacka...Why does every office have that one annoying jackass?<BR/><BR/>There is a guy in my office who is not THE annoying guy, but he laughs just like Jim Backus. It's like I'm working while there's a Mr. Magoo cartoon running in the background. Then, of course, another guy has to imitate him all the time so now there are two Magoos.BeckEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00119780316809151433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-80258305818683338512008-03-27T10:37:00.000-04:002008-03-27T10:37:00.000-04:00What an idiot. HeidiWhat an idiot. <BR/><BR/>HeidiFamily Adventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00093360285075029799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-10399837772376185212008-03-27T10:19:00.000-04:002008-03-27T10:19:00.000-04:00I'd kill him. Or move things around on his desk w...I'd kill him. Or move things around on his desk when he wasn't there.Quiet onehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15331808415683305902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-84091665727294342552008-03-27T10:12:00.000-04:002008-03-27T10:12:00.000-04:00That guy sounds really annoying. Like those people...That guy sounds really annoying. Like those people who come up from behind and cover your eyes and play the "guess who?" game. I had a coworker who liked to sneak up on me, and because I would be concentrating on this or that, and she was moving across carpet, I would always be startled and she would crack up with laughter. What she didn't count on was that I learned to look for her reflection in the window and would freak her out right back.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16103812856035857566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7963432418989382127.post-4353006178320390182008-03-27T09:41:00.000-04:002008-03-27T09:41:00.000-04:00Sounds like something Assface would do.Sounds like something Assface would do.Danhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10557932331658823137noreply@blogger.com