Surely I wasn’t alone in my disbelief of the Office Angels survey
that revealed our hatred of the more bizarre idiosyncrasies of our
colleagues.
Hopefully we aren’t all as anally retentive as the respondents. They
seemed to be outrageously preoccupied with their colleagues’ loud
gossiping, or with their coffee-making routines.
I don’t know about any of you, but whether or not I am made a coffee by
the girl who sits two desks away doesn’t irk me in any way. If anything,
I’m happy if she doesn’t because then I don’t have to return the
favour.
I can also fully understand why people restrict their coffee-making to
just one or two cups. If they didn’t, they’d end up spending most of
their working day feeding and watering their colleagues.
As for gossiping loudly, that is nothing compared to someone who screams
into their telephone for the best part of the day discussing the
intimacies of their love life. These are generally the same people who
will turn around gesticulating wildly if you dare to have a conversation
in their vicinity.
And for all that we laughed at St Luke’s staff arguing about flowers in
a recent documentary, flowers remain an issue. We all know one person
who regularly receives a flamboyant bunch of flowers from that week’s
boyfriend and proceeds to take the scenic route around the building. I
can’t be the only one to harbour the thought of sending her some dead
flowers to see if she displays such pride in them. Somehow I doubt
it.
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