Hmmm... people who talk about the same thing over and over Options

[Uronacid]

Alright,

So there is this woman I work with. Her name is Julie. She has a Husband who is in IT at a different company. He specializes in Citrix servers. His name is Sam. Now, I'm happy she loves her f**king husband but sometimes I just want to choke them both with an Ethernet cable . Every day she calls me and leaves me a voice-mail asking me to come over to her desk and make her computer run faster.

I know that there is nothing I can do. Her computer is dog fucking slow. It's slower than a sloth when it's taking a shit. So, I literally walk over to her desk, stand next to her, and fake it. She talks to me as I pretend to fix her PC, and some-how some-way she always finds a way to drop her husband into the conversation. I find myself literally trying to avoid the topic of her husband, but no matter what I do he comes up in our discussion.

Every day I imagine myself punching her in the mouth as her husband's name is escaping her lips. Instead of punching her, I smile and listen.

[rnicron]

There's this girl at my work that talks about the paper route her and her husband always run. Somehow, there's always a different story. "We broke someone's windshield", "the Thanksgiving paper is HUGE!", "it took us 3 hours to run 2 streets", "they gave us free granola bars in the bags, but the bags ripped, so we just kept all the granola bars", vagina, vagina, vagina. Seriously, I could probably run her paper route without even seeing it.

There's this other girl that's okay...sometimes. She'll tell stories, but she repeats herself so many times. Like, if she's sorry, she'll explain her side 14 times in an hour.

[Uronacid]

There's this girl at my work that talks about the paper route her and her husband always run. Somehow, there's always a different story. "We broke someone's windshield", "the Thanksgiving paper is HUGE!", "it took us 3 hours to run 2 streets", "they gave us free granola bars in the bags, but the bags ripped, so we just kept all the granola bars", vagina, vagina, vagina. Seriously, I could probably run her paper route without even seeing it.

There's this other girl that's okay...sometimes. She'll tell stories, but she repeats herself so many times. Like, if she's sorry, she'll explain her side 14 times in an hour.

Thank you, I know exactly how you feel. Wouldn't you just love to shove a news paper up both thier asses?