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	<title>Comments on: The Quick 10: The 10 Most Annoying Things Your Co-Workers Do</title>
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		<title>By: gckittehmom</title>
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		<dc:creator>gckittehmom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I work with two exceedingly annoying men. 

1. Likes to lean back in his desk chair with his feet on the desk YELLING into the speakerphone with the door open about his homeowner&#039;s association and someone&#039;s landscaping/paint/fence/etc. all day. He bought a new toaster for the office kitchen and burns his toast EVERY day. He brags that he pays his wife to sleep in the same bedroom with his toddler and he has never changed a diaper. 

2. Is nice, if useless and prohibits others from working. Corners people and talks to them for at least 15 minutes. Warms up the same cup of coffee at least 3 times an hour because the office kitchen is on the far end of the office from his. He lines up food on his desk and usually has 12 different containers. Nearly everything he eats has vinegar in it. He is very thin, but is back and forth to the microwave with food at least once an hour. Oh, and nothing he eats is refrigerated. Just sits on his desk all day.

The boss of the two above clips his fingernails every morning, I can hear him 100 feet away. But I am gainfully employed, and have a door to shut when they reach critical mass and near my breaking point.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I work with two exceedingly annoying men. </p>
<p>1. Likes to lean back in his desk chair with his feet on the desk YELLING into the speakerphone with the door open about his homeowner&#8217;s association and someone&#8217;s landscaping/paint/fence/etc. all day. He bought a new toaster for the office kitchen and burns his toast EVERY day. He brags that he pays his wife to sleep in the same bedroom with his toddler and he has never changed a diaper. </p>
<p>2. Is nice, if useless and prohibits others from working. Corners people and talks to them for at least 15 minutes. Warms up the same cup of coffee at least 3 times an hour because the office kitchen is on the far end of the office from his. He lines up food on his desk and usually has 12 different containers. Nearly everything he eats has vinegar in it. He is very thin, but is back and forth to the microwave with food at least once an hour. Oh, and nothing he eats is refrigerated. Just sits on his desk all day.</p>
<p>The boss of the two above clips his fingernails every morning, I can hear him 100 feet away. But I am gainfully employed, and have a door to shut when they reach critical mass and near my breaking point.</p>
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		<title>By: Brandy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brandy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I worked with this woman who had to put her hands on you every time she thought something was insanely hilarious (even if it was a story she was telling).  Keep your hands away from me!  She was also working away from her husband, so she would get close to and/or follow around any male who was on shift with her (even if they were married).  She was sitting so close to one of my co-workers one day that I thought she was sitting dead center in front of the computer even though he was (but he was too nice of a guy to tell her to back off).  She was leaning across him from his left hand side to use the mouse on his right hand side.  Additionally, any time any guy walked by (even our sick or injured patients) she would also grab on to me and mention how attractive he was and ask my opinion.  Most of the time I would pretend not to notice the guy, just to frustrate her.  She also thought every man on Earth was flirting with her even though she looked like a female version of Howdy Doody (burn!)...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I worked with this woman who had to put her hands on you every time she thought something was insanely hilarious (even if it was a story she was telling).  Keep your hands away from me!  She was also working away from her husband, so she would get close to and/or follow around any male who was on shift with her (even if they were married).  She was sitting so close to one of my co-workers one day that I thought she was sitting dead center in front of the computer even though he was (but he was too nice of a guy to tell her to back off).  She was leaning across him from his left hand side to use the mouse on his right hand side.  Additionally, any time any guy walked by (even our sick or injured patients) she would also grab on to me and mention how attractive he was and ask my opinion.  Most of the time I would pretend not to notice the guy, just to frustrate her.  She also thought every man on Earth was flirting with her even though she looked like a female version of Howdy Doody (burn!)&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Daniel Tan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Daniel Tan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>PPen clicking. Every second of every work day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>PPen clicking. Every second of every work day.</p>
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		<title>By: ashleyrobin</title>
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		<dc:creator>ashleyrobin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 06:24:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>No one wants to hear noises you make with your mouth.  Especially not at work.  This includes gum smacking, cracking, chewing.  It amazes me that people don&#039;t understand that others don&#039;t care for their eating noises..</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No one wants to hear noises you make with your mouth.  Especially not at work.  This includes gum smacking, cracking, chewing.  It amazes me that people don&#8217;t understand that others don&#8217;t care for their eating noises..</p>
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		<title>By: anon</title>
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		<dc:creator>anon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 05:34:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Once I worked in a small office (enclosed room) with a couple desks. The other person that I worked with was the loudest, grossest eater ever. I think he chewed with his mouth open. He sounded like a dog.

Once I worked with a woman who can best be described as Ann Coulter&#039;s protege. Plus she had the craziest stories--I think she was a pathological liar.

A few from my husband...

There is a very elderly gentleman who works at his office who apparently has no control of his bowels anymore. I mean, crap EVERYWHERE. And the poor secretary has to clean it up. :( He only works there because the owner is a friend...

...on that same note, probably about half of the office workers there are older men who are good personal friends with the owner. Which means they do a half-arsed job and don&#039;t have to worry. Or don&#039;t do their jobs at ALL and don&#039;t have to worry, because the general manager can&#039;t or won&#039;t do squat about it.

Another of his peaves is when one of his co-workers consistently leaves work early and comes in later and never puts in overtime, even when it&#039;s super busy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Once I worked in a small office (enclosed room) with a couple desks. The other person that I worked with was the loudest, grossest eater ever. I think he chewed with his mouth open. He sounded like a dog.</p>
<p>Once I worked with a woman who can best be described as Ann Coulter&#8217;s protege. Plus she had the craziest stories&#8211;I think she was a pathological liar.</p>
<p>A few from my husband&#8230;</p>
<p>There is a very elderly gentleman who works at his office who apparently has no control of his bowels anymore. I mean, crap EVERYWHERE. And the poor secretary has to clean it up. :( He only works there because the owner is a friend&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8230;on that same note, probably about half of the office workers there are older men who are good personal friends with the owner. Which means they do a half-arsed job and don&#8217;t have to worry. Or don&#8217;t do their jobs at ALL and don&#8217;t have to worry, because the general manager can&#8217;t or won&#8217;t do squat about it.</p>
<p>Another of his peaves is when one of his co-workers consistently leaves work early and comes in later and never puts in overtime, even when it&#8217;s super busy.</p>
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		<title>By: lisa</title>
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		<dc:creator>lisa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 04:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Definitely eating smelly food - I work with a guy who eats a can of tuna at his desk most days.  Drains the can into a cup and leaves it on his desk and you can enjoy the smell rest of the day.

People who don&#039;t clean up after themselves - whether using the microwave, breakroom, rest room or meeting room.  

Incompetent people are the worst though and I work with a lot of them.  I&#039;d gladly work with all the smelly or messy people if they all just did their jobs!!  They don&#039;t know they own job and expect you to help them so you can&#039;t get your own work done....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Definitely eating smelly food &#8211; I work with a guy who eats a can of tuna at his desk most days.  Drains the can into a cup and leaves it on his desk and you can enjoy the smell rest of the day.</p>
<p>People who don&#8217;t clean up after themselves &#8211; whether using the microwave, breakroom, rest room or meeting room.  </p>
<p>Incompetent people are the worst though and I work with a lot of them.  I&#8217;d gladly work with all the smelly or messy people if they all just did their jobs!!  They don&#8217;t know they own job and expect you to help them so you can&#8217;t get your own work done&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: cherrypicker</title>
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		<dc:creator>cherrypicker</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 03:28:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We have a shared computer (blue collar job) in the control room. One guy likes to sit there and look up hookers on craigslist.  While he is doing it he shoots off random text messages.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We have a shared computer (blue collar job) in the control room. One guy likes to sit there and look up hookers on craigslist.  While he is doing it he shoots off random text messages.</p>
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		<title>By: Emily</title>
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		<dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hate it when people say, &quot;are we having fun yet?&quot;  It&#039;s not so much the phrase itself that bothers me--it&#039;s the repeated use of it.  Is that really all you can think of to say to me?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hate it when people say, &#8220;are we having fun yet?&#8221;  It&#8217;s not so much the phrase itself that bothers me&#8211;it&#8217;s the repeated use of it.  Is that really all you can think of to say to me?</p>
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		<title>By: Lisa H</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lisa H</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 22:19:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh sweet lord, how could I have forgotten the phantom chair adjusters! I come into my office at 1:30pm everyday and work until 10pm. Despite the fact that there are vacant cubicles, some mysterious force causes people (especially regional management) to use my chair and desk for their purposes in the mornings. Why in the world is it necessary for someone to adjust the seat height, back height, arm rest height, and recline lock on a chair in order to sit there for a very short time? Is your spine so delicate that you can&#039;t just leave my friggen chair the way I had it so that I don&#039;t have to spend the first few minutes of my work day getting my chair back the way I had it? Am I the only person who was taught to put things back the way you found them if you are using someone else&#039;s stuff? And when I ask who used my chair, no one ever seems to know. It&#039;s amazing! Apparently my cubicle is haunted by the invisible spirit of a 7 ft tall person with abnormally tiny arms and a deep rooted desire to dump my ass on the floor when I lean back. Gahh! Hulk smash!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh sweet lord, how could I have forgotten the phantom chair adjusters! I come into my office at 1:30pm everyday and work until 10pm. Despite the fact that there are vacant cubicles, some mysterious force causes people (especially regional management) to use my chair and desk for their purposes in the mornings. Why in the world is it necessary for someone to adjust the seat height, back height, arm rest height, and recline lock on a chair in order to sit there for a very short time? Is your spine so delicate that you can&#8217;t just leave my friggen chair the way I had it so that I don&#8217;t have to spend the first few minutes of my work day getting my chair back the way I had it? Am I the only person who was taught to put things back the way you found them if you are using someone else&#8217;s stuff? And when I ask who used my chair, no one ever seems to know. It&#8217;s amazing! Apparently my cubicle is haunted by the invisible spirit of a 7 ft tall person with abnormally tiny arms and a deep rooted desire to dump my ass on the floor when I lean back. Gahh! Hulk smash!</p>
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		<title>By: MsMoMo</title>
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		<dc:creator>MsMoMo</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You all have just about covered the whole list!  :-)   I&#039;ve a few more ...

-- The guys over the cubicle wall who crack their knuckles several times a day.  The sound of it just makes my stomach turn over.  Urp.

--  The blonde ditz upstairs with the cinderella voice who just prattles on and on and on about all her personal decisions.

--  Those co-workers who feel the need to discuss the specifics of certain medical procedures.  Everything from surgery down to giving blood.  It makes me flat out woozy just hearing the play by play</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You all have just about covered the whole list!  :-)   I&#8217;ve a few more &#8230;</p>
<p>&#8211; The guys over the cubicle wall who crack their knuckles several times a day.  The sound of it just makes my stomach turn over.  Urp.</p>
<p>&#8211;  The blonde ditz upstairs with the cinderella voice who just prattles on and on and on about all her personal decisions.</p>
<p>&#8211;  Those co-workers who feel the need to discuss the specifics of certain medical procedures.  Everything from surgery down to giving blood.  It makes me flat out woozy just hearing the play by play</p>
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