*headdesk*

Button5807

I could write a book filled with stores about my bone headed Italian princess coworkers and the head scratching things they do and say on a regular basis.I thought I would share today's little gem because on a Monday I'm just not ready to face a week that starts out like this... Princess 1: "I can not even imagine being thirty-nine and not married. I just can't. It's unfathomable."Princess 2: *groan of disbelief *"She doesn't even have a boyfriend."Princess 1: "At least her sister is divorced."I wonder how much longer I have here until all of my brain cells are gone.I'd love to hear any coworker stories to make the afternoon go faster.

cocitygirl

I have to listen to the woman in the cube next to me yell at her kids on the phone ALL DAY LONG.  She wonders why they're all disobedient and hate her- maybe it's because of things like Friday's fun, when she called each of them to blame the other sibling for using all of their shared phone minutes.  Her voice makes me want to punch her in the face.

Pirata13

I have a co-worker whose kids and husband call a million times a day. Oh and she reads her book and internet when she has tons of work to do.  Yes I am on TK but I make sure all my work is done then in 5 mins I will check again. So Button, who are the Princesses talking about?  Don't you want to beat them about the head and neck with a tiara?

Button5807

They were talking about a friend they grew up with who is visiting the east coast from California. Every day I have fantasies about throwing things at them. I call them the princesses because their daddy owns the company.

Pirata13

ugh even worse!  you can't even complain about them to the boss!

lzimm13

I have to admit that I was a tad insulted at the "Italian Princess" comment because I'm Italian...then I read the rest of the post... The title is justified.

oceana919

I'm on a pretty hardcore diet at the moment, trying to lose about 40 lbs. I'm 20 lbs down, 20 more to go. All my coworkers (v. small office) know about this, and therefore, will not let me know when they bring in donuts, cookies, etc. so I can avoid temptation.Save for one.That lady tends to call me on my side of the office to tell me that she brought in brownies or cookies or whatever, and will NOT LET IT GO. "Come onnnnnnn, you know you want them"...."come onnnnnnn, I made your favorite"...finally, after about 10 mins of badgering, I'll break down and come over to get some sweets. I'll literally cut off a sliver of brownie, or 1/4 of a cookie, just to say I was a good sport and had some. The very woman who broke me down will then look over at me and say, "Should you really be eating that?!? You're supposed to be on a diet."GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....

noelle24

Wow. Oceana.  What a biitch! I think she'd have to be seriously messed up in the head to enjoy playing with people's minds like that. BTW, what diet are you on? I'm thinking of trying to lose some weight myself.  Any suggestions of tasty healthy food I could make?

oceana919

noelle - yes, well, I think there's a major jealousy issue going on there in that I'm losing weight. If you catch my drift. ::tries to recall all those lessons that mom taught about "if you have nothing nice to say..."::As for the diet I'm on, to be honest, I did my own thing. I basically revamped my entire diet and exercise plan and created a whole new lifestyle. It's by no means been easy, but I've seen success. Have lost 25 lbs Jan-June, and even with reducing my workout schedule drastically and reverting a little bit back to my old diet with all the health issues I've been having, I've been able to maintain my weight, instead of gaining back.If you want a more details on what I did (it's complicated, and I don't want to totally hijack the board), feel free to email me, I'll be happy to talk to you. I also have a blog with recipes and such that you can check out. My email is my screenname @ hotmail.

oceana919

I used to have a coworker that complained about cramps on the day of her...er, monthly gift. One time she was whining and crying so much, I reached in my purse and pulled out the prescription pain pills that I take for a week and a half leading up to mine. She looks at me and goes, "oh no, those are way too strong. All I really need is a Tylenol." Needless to say, I put my medicine away and tried not to punch her in the throat...

Button5807

Wow...you're a far stronger person than I am, I would have punched her.