You can hear the constant “tish, clish, spash” of a silver chain laden wrist moving over a wooden desktop.
When you can hear cries of “oh fucking work you stinking piece of Bollocky shitwank!” on days when the network is slow.
When you get into the empty lift but are met with a stunning wall of evil funk, and can hear someone on the floor the lift has just come from giggling like a loon.
When you’re sat in a meeting called by the head of the team, who turns up 45 minutes late after saying how important this meeting is for all to attend, and someone at the back says “Oh you still work here then?”
When a perfectly innocent remark between you and another colleague about using one of the power outlets on your desk along the lines of “Can I plug this in your spare socket” is instantly greeted with an “Easy tiger!” comment from out of nowhere.
When you can’t get through to anyone by the phone on your desk all day, then realise that someone has dismantled your phone while you were getting breakfast and swapped the 4 and the 6 buttons over.
Then you have an Old Nick in your office.
God we are damn annoying to work with.
Well I say “work”…………..
