I don't know when they changed the function of an office to a preschool arts and crafts class, but I am sitting here looking for news (now ranting), watching a coworker putting together a cardboard fairy house.
Really? You have nothing better to do than to stick shit together that's gonna fall apart in a week's time anyway? You can't do anything further to develop the amoeba you have for a brain? Maybe help people out a bit and do some, oh I don't know, FUCKING WORK?!
I want to kick this person out so badly, but it's not just my office, I share with a very nice person whom I will probably have to start having very serious talks with about person number three, who manages to get on my last nerve just by breathing.
Our seating area has become a bum's rest stop. Please, stop. And get the fuck out.
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