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You need to stop masturbating in the workplace. I entered the bathroom the other day and knew it was you by your shoes...also noted you were facing the toilet, rather than sitting on it. The heavy breathing, sounds and grunts I had to endure while doing what one is supposed to do in there was vile! Do that stuff at home, and if you need help, seek it!
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Why do I have to work with disgusting men. You sit around all day and stare at me, suck food out of your teeth, burp and pass gas all day. As a woman, I find it disgusting. Plus you never wash your hands when you use the bathroom. I know because I sit right by the bathroom entrance and never hear the sink turn on. Then you have the nerve to want to touch stuff on my desk. 1 has black fingernails (not polished) and claims to be a preacher but talks about nude calenders to other co-workers. OOOKAY
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To the co-worker that is a fat mess. He has body odor, and eavesdrops on everyone's conversations. Then he has the nerve top comment on what you talked about on the phone. He also eats food off my other co-workers desk and when he is about to get caught, he stuffs all of the food in his fat mouth. He chews his beverages and makes moaning sounds all day. Bangs on his keyboard, and just annoys the hell outta me all day. I think he is a fat disgusting pig.
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Why is it, when it's break time and we need phone coverage, you insist on printing out a schedule when there are only the two of us? Total waste of paper and time. Not only that, why do you insist we take turns anyway? I cover the phones ALL DAY when it isn't break. Nice logic.
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Calling in once a week is ridiculous. Wearing clothes with stains and holes in them is unprofessional (you'd think you would have understood after our meeting). Having your husband call 10 times a night and faking family emergencies to get out of work all genius! No one likes you..you make the whole company look bad..it's not our fault that you weigh 400 lbs and can only wear sweatpants.
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So I understand that you wanted my position, but why act so juvenile when you're 35? Talking behind peoples backs, whining about everything from schedules to company policies, and then smiling to everyones face. We are all onto you, so just chill out.
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Why in the world do you come to work and cry and whine and bitch about your life? Why is it a different tragedy everyday? We didn't knock you up as a teenager and make you marry an asshole. Also, please quit lying about everything it makes us crazy. We don't care, quit being dramatic and just do your damn job.
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Just because I am the only one at work who is computer literate, does not make it my job to fix whatever asinine little problem you have created for yourself. Honest to god, it really is not that difficult to figure out how to open thunderbird and send a flipping e-mail. You doubble click, press the "write" button, and send the e-mail. I don't know how you manage to walk and breathe at the same time.
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It really is nice when, as soon as somebody gets a little bit of power you get all anal-retentive like a dog around them. If it were anyone else talking to you, you would pull your "Oh, woe is me... my life is miserable... I'm gonna talk really quiet and sad and not even look at you when you talk to me because you are not a boss and I don't have to kiss your ass." Then in comes the boss and you are cheerful and laughing like the world is great! You are mentally whacked and need examined!
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I am not sure if you have a Napoleon complex or if you are just an asshole, but you have NO RIGHT to speak to me the way you just did. You are unprofessional, irrational, and just plain mean. I wasn't aware that only you were allowed to make inappropriate jokes. Remember what comes around goes around, and watch your back. If my hatred for you wasn't so extreme at this point, I would feel sorry for you.
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