tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post114593392031037351..comments2024-01-09T13:55:46.379-05:00Comments on 15 Minute Lunch: Once upon a time.Johnny Virgilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07914217086250206369noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-11540520850452802632011-02-20T17:43:35.109-05:002011-02-20T17:43:35.109-05:00That sounds very familiar! I have the worst luck ...That sounds very familiar! I have the worst luck with cube mates...horrible.Johnny Virgilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07914217086250206369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-38993165342771895742011-02-19T05:45:55.232-05:002011-02-19T05:45:55.232-05:00Once upon a time, this little elf worked in a big ...Once upon a time, this little elf worked in a big wood with lots of other elves who sat in seating arangements that where 4 in a row, facing four in a row with 1/2 inch piece of particle board between the elf across from you and next to you. There where many, many rows of elves in the wood. one elf in perticulare had a very loud, high pitched, monotone voice that could be heard, clear as day from one side of the room to the other. Especially if you where lined directly up with her row. And what, you may ask, did all the elves do all day in the wood...answer phones and talk about prices and availablity and other renting information for cars. Even at night when the night elves worked (as well as the screeching elf, who also was a very sweet girl, just with a horrendously high and eardrum shattering inside voice)you would have to plug your ear with a finger just to hear the person you were talking to on the phone. So the moral of the story is this: When the night elves where given the option, this little elf took her ass home to work!ItBitKittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15172478130731301783noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-1146016792270419192006-04-25T21:59:00.000-04:002006-04-25T21:59:00.000-04:00Not sure about that...but I'm moving. So far two p...Not sure about that...but I'm moving. So far two people have asked me if they could have a meeting at that table. I was on the phone both times and the second time I said, "only if you don't actually talk."Johnny Virgilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07914217086250206369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-1145985011879820762006-04-25T13:10:00.000-04:002006-04-25T13:10:00.000-04:00I feel your pain. Have you tried employing strateg...I feel your pain. Have you tried employing strategic flatulence in an attempt to drive her off?tfghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07791116307693444845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-1145966741707402342006-04-25T08:05:00.000-04:002006-04-25T08:05:00.000-04:00I'd laugh, but holy crap that person is so annoyin...I'd laugh, but holy crap that person is so annoying, it's not even funny. Just your cryptic references were enough to bring the memories of the voice back into my head.<BR/><BR/>Sorry man.Shamus O'Drunkahanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14492140972265969422noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-1145959767075902392006-04-25T06:09:00.000-04:002006-04-25T06:09:00.000-04:00WTF?! YOu mean it's not a conference table (which ...WTF?! YOu mean it's not a conference table (which is horrid) but a new workspace where they will sit permanently?!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10155420.post-1145941948002857102006-04-25T01:12:00.000-04:002006-04-25T01:12:00.000-04:00you should have left a bag full of doodies at your...you should have left a bag full of doodies at your old cube. It accomplishes nothing but it makes for good blog material later.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15453112106752625255noreply@blogger.com