- I have to be ‘presentable’. Pants? Shoes? Come on!
- I have to be in at 9am, which means waking up at 6am, which means I have developed a bitterness toward the world usually reserved for supervillains and people born without genitals.
- If you’re the first one in, you feel like an overzealous loser, if you’re the last one in you feel like a slacker. I’m never in between.
- My boss will never hear the patter of diligent typing, but lo and behold I forget to turn off the speakers for a sneaky Youtube clip and all of a sudden I’m being asked who Charlie is, and why he’s biting people’s fingers.
- Asking about some co-workers’ weekends is fraught with danger. I have to prepare to either be bored into numbness, or being given far too much information that I may in fact vomit reflexively.
- Every time a certain co-worker asks me to do something, she will always jokingly precede the request with: “Don’t hate me, but…” I hate her.
- I get my seat adjusted juuust right. Then someone uses my desk while I’m away and now I feel as if I’m sitting on a pile of boulders.
- I once caught myself talking about the need to streamline procedures. I felt so dirty.
- My managers seem to subscribe to the cult of synergy. I have no idea what this is. I hope goats aren’t sacrificed.
10. People keep leaving tuna juice in the bin in the office. Take your disgusting fish liquids outside!
11. Every email I receive is followed by a phone call, which beings with “As per my email…”
12. Every phone call I receive is followed by an email, which begins with “As per my phone call…”
13. I have to attend meetings to decide on ideal times for other meetings.
14. In meetings, my mind will alternate between imagining the CEO being carried away by a giant hawk with fearsome talons, and whether a t-rex would beat a scaled-up Jackie Chan in a fight. Then someone asks me a question and the hawks and dinosaurs and Jackie Chans disappear and I’m left looking foolish.
15. Some people in the office get way too excited for stationery runs.
16. The cleaner will clean the office around me and engage in awkward conversation about how he bought his kids a rabbit but it was run over by a semi trailer.
17. I’m the only one in the office without a business card.
18. It’s just far too easy to get so bored you draw self portraits on paint.
19. So apparently it’s ‘unprofessional’ to do Christopher Walken impersonations in a meeting. But everyone knows circulation statistics are more exciting when delivered by Christopher Walken.
20. Time literally slows down when you are inside an office. The CSIRO and NASA will deny this, but it happens.
21. I find watching how Herbie the spider’s progress crawling up the window sill is more important than drafting a speech for our director to deliver at some supposedly important dinner.
22. Brazenly cocky sales reps will breeze into the office unannounced, will shake my hand too hard, will call me mate and compliment my ‘cool t-shirt’, will ask me if I’m happy with my current choice of printer, will talk about toner, will leave a business card, will leave. I feel molested.
23. Calling in sick requires me to produce a doctor’s certificate, which requires me to go to the doctor, which requires me to be sick, which defeats the purpose of a sick day.
24. Dealing with the IT department… I didn’t ask for a long and complicated explanation of why my computer is broken, I just want you to make the smoke go away.
25. For some reason I feel like ‘liaising’ with someone involves a clandestine meeting place and hurried lovemaking.
26. I hate being asked to liaise with someone from IT. They smell like the inside of my shoe.
27. Herbie has just crept a further two inches towards the top!
28. I will sometimes print things just to look as if I’ve been productive. Never mind it’s a funny cartoon I read on cyanide and happiness.
29. Somebody once actually said to me: “Oh, didn’t you get the memo…”. I thought they only said that in movies. To people the characters don’t like very much.
30. There are beer stains on the roof to my office. It’s a long and boring story, but it’s true and it’s gross.*
31. I once had to stop an (ex) boss from smashing the printer to pieces during a stress-related nervous breakdown. I go to work to earn money, not haul damaged people back from the brink.**
32. I’m no good at filing, but from what I can tell, working in an office is at least 75 per cent filing.
33. I once found a stapler shaped like a crocodile in the stationery cupboard. To this day it remains my proudest achievement.
34. All I hear is clunky footsteps from upstairs. It. Never. Ends…
35. I am the only one in the office who doesn’t feel cold at 23 degrees. My office is a sauna.
36. Somebody always takes my yellow post it notes, leaving me with crappy blue ones. Who can read something on a blue post it note?!
37. I will drink copious amounts of water just so I need a toilet break to get out of the office.
38. The sales rep is calling me now. I’m scared, but just can’t bring myself to speak out about it.
39. Every Friday I realise I spent the majority of my waking hours of the past week with people who generally annoy me, berate me, patronise me or behave awkwardly around me.
40. ‘Great meeting everyone… wait, what was that about?’
41. Oh look, more tuna juice in the bin. Did I mention that the window in the office doesn’t open.
42. I draw faces on all my stationery and give them names.
43. I’ve noticed there are no clocks in the office. I’m pretty sure that’s Dickensian labour tactics.
44. I once had to receive an email from my boss that informed me, very politely, that instead of publishing a notice of an upcoming forum to discuss public issues on the website, I published a notice of a forum to discuss pubic issues.
45. The pretty girl in the café never remembers my order, but never forgets Tim from accounting’s. Jerk.
46. I got in trouble once for not printing double-sided.
47. I have to pretend to laugh at the worst anecdotes in the world. Wow, so your cat jumped on your cupboard and stayed there the whole afternoon? That’s crazy!
48. Work outings last five minutes of civil socialisation before descending into a scathing, venomous bitch-fest about every other department and the CEO.
49. There is someone at worked named Garth. How can I not laugh?
50. My mum found out my work email address and now asks me if I have eaten lunch yet or taken an umbrella.
51. I have to ‘manage expectations’, which is essentially like trying to train a walrus to ride a unicycle.
52. I always stuff up transferring phone calls.
53. I get busted eating lollipops that are delivered to the office by the intended recipients.
54. Passive aggressive notes adorn the office. People are very touchy about unwashed mugs in the sink.
55. Paper cuts. They happen.
56. Oh god, do I have to awkwardly sing ‘happy birthday’ again and hum the person’s name as I have no idea who we’re singing about?
57. At least once a week I will spill coffee down the front of my shirt. It’s usually the day I wear a white shirt and usually the day I have important meetings.
58. I hate the sound of my ‘being polite and professional to superiors’ voice.
59. Fax machines are the devil and impossible to work and why the hell do we even have one in this day and age?
60. If I bring in food, everyone expects me to share.
61. I have to walk past happy, carefree people loafing about a leafy park on my way to work.
62. At 3pm the walls actually start closing in.
63. My paycheck doesn’t make a ‘ker-ching’ sound when I open it, despite my many requests for payroll to purchase musical envelopes.
64. I file things away, but on the very rare occasions that I need them again, I forget where I filed them and assume I threw them out.
65. Extended periods of proof-reading makes the English language look ridiculous. Read the word ‘prompt’ repeatedly and tell me it’s not the weirdest looking and sounding thing in existence.
66. Home time, woo! Almost at the train station now, let’s just get my ticket ready… where’s my wallet?… oh that’s right, back on my desk.
67. Sometimes someone will schedule a meeting for 4.30pm on a Friday. They didn’t even steep that low in Abu Ghraib.
68. I wouldn’t be surprised if my building has asbestos and legionnaires and the only remaining traces on smallpox within its walls, it is 100 years old…
69. When there’s a paper jam that cripples the printer and pisses everyone off – it’s always something that I sent… and it’s never work-related.
70. Herbie has reached the top! I’m so proud of the little guy! But now what will I watch for three hours?
71. I sometimes forget which direction the door opens and look stupid for pulling when I should be pushing.
72. My spam filter still lets through emails with subjects such as ‘increase your bedroom drill’ and ‘no man is a man with a peasant watch’.
73. The walls are beige and the carpet is a shit pattern.
74. Lost people walk into my office to ask where the nearest toilet is. This effectively makes me a toilet helpdesk.
75. I hate being one of those people who always complain about how their CEO is an idiot… but, he just is.
76. I’m usually the one who has to deal with the local post office – and there are serious language barrier issues. I’m fairly certain it’s actually a displaced branch of Taiwan National Post.
77. People will see my rubik’s cube and play aimlessly with it – completely ruining my progress. Actually there is no progress; I just hate people touching my stuff.
78. Everything needs to be signed off by ‘stakeholders’, who I picture as an angry mob wielding wooden stakes, demanding to see all copy before being published.
79. Themed Christmas parties result in outfits that leave far too little to the imagination on all the wrong people.
80. ‘So, let’s talk timeframes…’ No, that’s a bad conversation topic, let’s talk about the weekend’s footy results, or music, or anything that doesn’t result in me having to complete a ridiculous amount of work in a ridiculously short time.
81. I don’t know what the ‘CFwdALL’ button on my phone does and I’m scared I will accidently press it one day and initiate a global nuclear conflict.
82. I’ve just realised the cords and wiring around my computer is like a giant electrical noodle monster that’s just waiting for an excuse to kill me.
83. The only times I’m urgently needed for something is the split-second before I take a bite from my lunch. And no, it can’t wait.
84. There’s always that one person in a meeting who loves the sound of their own voice.
85. People in offices don’t catch up – they ‘touch base’. I don’t want to touch anyone’s base, nor do I want them touching mine.
86. There’s no room on the corkboard for a poster I designed because it’s full of happy staff group photos that I’m not even in because I was at home recovering from a concussion.
87. I hate the sound the little clicky wheel thing on a mouse makes.
88. My fish just died : (
89. I now know a great deal about text fonts. Impressed, ladies?
90. The awkward coffee-line conversation with that co-worker whose name and actual role I can never remember. Uh, nice weather today…
91. Why do I have to chip in for a leaving present for somebody I couldn’t care less about and will never see again in my life? They’re off to bigger and better things, not war!
92. Every month someone’s damn kid is raising money for their damn school and I have to buy Freddos but someone’s already taken all the peppermint chocolate ones so I’m left with the plain ones. Boo.
93. Yay!, it’s another all staff email from some simpleton with another laboured comparison between Mondays and Fridays depicted by photos of cats, with extra large, colourful fonts!
94. Double-yay!, somebody just hit ‘reply all’ to the email to chime in with a big old ‘LOL’…
95. People keep erasing my robot soldiers off the whiteboard.
96. Three words to send chills up your spine: team building exercise.
97. I admire the CEO’s sincerity in his yearly thankyou email: ‘We couldn’t have done it without you,” done what? Pocket another few hundred thousand in bonuses?
98. There is a girl in the office whose mobile ringtone is whatever is currently number one in the pop charts. And it goes off every time one of her airhead friends needs to discuss booking nail appointments, which is every hour.
99. The textas we’re supplied with let off the most noxious fumes this side of a world war one battlefield.***
100. Part of my morning ritual is rolling my chair in to sit at my desk and violently smashing my right knee into the drawers.
101. I would write the 101st reason, but I have to go to a two-hour meeting about what colour bin liner we should be using.
*Please note I am not a psychiatrist or police negotiator, otherwise that would be poor work ethic.
** Long story short, there’s a bar above the office, old building, cracks in the floorboards. Etc.
*** However, the more I inhale, the less this seems to be a negative.