When I first started this blog, you may remember my article about Office Bathroom Etiquette. Continuing on about things that irk me at work, I thought of a few more things that really trip my trigger. Keep in mind I work in a small office of about 30 people, and we have cubicles, so I can hear everything from everyone… including phone calls, who keeps farting, or who talks to themselves. What privacy?

ONE: PHONE CALLS

Say I’m on the phone. I don’t care who I’m on the phone with. It could be a branch manager from another office, it could be my Dad, it could be the person in the cube next to me, or it could be the President of the United States. IT DOESN’T MATTER. If I’m on the phone, don’t come up to me and stand outside of my cube. I see you. I see that you want to talk with me. So, WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I’M ON THE PHONE??? Do people really expect me to say, “Oh, hang on, someone is outside of my cube and wants to talk with me.” Unless it is a life-threatening emergency, go away and come back later. Or leave me a note to see you when I am off the phone. Just don’t sit outside of my cube and listen to my phone conversations. Bastards.

TWO: OFFICE EQUIPMENT

If you go back to the printer or fax machine to pick up your stuff and you see the paper is out or it is jammed, why would you NOT fix the jam or go fill the paper? It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to fill paper in a printer. Any moron that works in an office should know how to do it. It seems like I am one of the few people in the office that has managed to figure out the complex task of filling our fax machine up with printer. Maybe it’s the legal vs. letter sized paper that throws people off. Or maybe they are just lazy. I’m not sure.

THREE: SAYING MY NAME WRONG

I have always had people pronounce my name wrong. For those of you that don’t know (or don’t remember), it pronounced Tar-ah. Not Tear-ah. TAR-UH. If I’m only talking with a salesperson or telemarketer, I really don’t care if they call me George. I’m not going to talk with them again. But if I talk with you at least once every few weeks, we’ve known each other for 3 years, I answer my phone, “This is Tara, how can I help you”, and you still call me Tear-ah? What the f is wrong with you? Do you not listen? I should answer my phone “This is Tara, I want to suck you off,” people probably wouldn’t even blink an eye. In fact, I think I’ll do that.

I’m sure I have more pet peeves, and this list will grow, but that’s enough to get you started. It’s 5:05pm and I need to go home. Softball calls!