Seriously, people, I have shit to do.
1. Pets. I don’t like the idea of strange animals in an enclosed space. One former co-worker of mine actually brought in a bird once, and let it fly around and shit. No, I mean shit in the literal sense. It did not increase his popularity.
2. Kids. Sorry, but it’s true. Kids want to be kids, and work’s not the kind of place where they can do that. Now, if your work has DAYCARE, that’s different. But hearing sad little sobs of “I wanna go HOME!” in the neighboring cube is not helping my (already sluggish because it’s the week before Christmas) productivity.
3. 5 stinky gallons of Chantilly Lace perfume. Really, a dab’ll do ya. Jesus.
4. A penchant for dieting – and telling me all about it. I especially hate Weight Watchers, because it turns normal, cool, fun lunch buddies into obsessive, “That looks soooo good!” types who deny themselves simple fajitas or margaritas. And really, what’s the point in all that?
5. People who schedule meetings at or after 4:30. Come on, who are you kidding? I’m not getting to that today. I still have other stuff to wrap up before 5:00, and you’re keeping me from it.
WTF, people.