When the most boring and phenomenally talkative coworker shows up at the lunch table and utterly destroys your one moment of peace.
I've got 20 minutes, a plate of steaming homemade lasagna and the newspaper. Then, you-know-who sits down across from me and asks if I've ever heard of [fill in anything obvious], doesn't wait for a response and launches into a neverending spiral of chatter and doom.
This exstra sucks when you are trying to hit on a hotie, and that anoying girl comes over to distroy your 5min of flurt, with bad conversation so she can take over to flurt.
AMEN, she ONLY talks about herself and has extremely misinformed and prejudiced ideas about the world but still shares them. I hate it so much, I eat in my office most of the time.
— Jenn posted 7/21/2009
I have a co-worker who will sit down next to me in the break room (after I'm about 5 minutes into my dinner) with his STINKY ASS steamed broccoli/cauliflower/salmon/brussel sprout concoction that his wife makes for him EVERY DAY. I promise you if you had a blindfold on, you'd swear someone just shit their pants. And whatever awesome sandwich I brought in from Panera or whatever suddenly turns into a spoiled sardine and sweatsock sandwich soaked in dumpster juice. Now I make absoloutely SURE he's eaten before I sit down to eat. Ugh.
— Mallory posted 7/28/2009
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