Gareth Pugh, style.comYou know those conversations that go nowhere, where two or three persons repeat what they're saying many times so as to make the other person listen when nobody is actually latching on to anything anyone is saying, and the conversation becomes louder, more emphatic and more interrupted, but they're still saying the same thing they were saying in the beginning, except it's for the fifth or tenth or twentieth time?
I was subjected to at least three or four of those today. Not that I was actually in the conversations, because I do listen. No, they were just taking place again and again and fucking again around me. It was enough to make me want to jump out of my seat and hit those idiots with the heavy, spoilt IKEA lamp still sitting on my desk.
Technically, my day should have been cheery, because I was buzzing about finishing a report but not really doing anything stressful. But the day could not end just like that, no. It had to go out with a bang - with yet another spectacularly dumb act from the colleague.
Really, I shouldn't be so irritated because I'm not the boss and I'm not the one who has to deal with the problem.
But I just could not tolerate the loud, fumbling, incoherent excuses this person was giving in the verbal diarrhoea manner this person is prone to when panicking. My ears were ringing my chest was constricted my brain was bursting my insides were all clenched by then.
So I snapped and asked a curt, pointed question that pretty much shut this person up, because it was a question that went to the root of the problem and which the pathetic excuses could not address.
I should not should not should not be so irked by this incident, because it's technically none of my business. But I do not suffer fools lightly and I do not understand why there are so many people let loose in this world, running around gleefully with their incompetence and lack of common sense.
Okay, deep breath. Rant over.
Btw, I really do love the Gareth Pugh collection.
I was subjected to at least three or four of those today. Not that I was actually in the conversations, because I do listen. No, they were just taking place again and again and fucking again around me. It was enough to make me want to jump out of my seat and hit those idiots with the heavy, spoilt IKEA lamp still sitting on my desk.
Technically, my day should have been cheery, because I was buzzing about finishing a report but not really doing anything stressful. But the day could not end just like that, no. It had to go out with a bang - with yet another spectacularly dumb act from the colleague.
Really, I shouldn't be so irritated because I'm not the boss and I'm not the one who has to deal with the problem.
But I just could not tolerate the loud, fumbling, incoherent excuses this person was giving in the verbal diarrhoea manner this person is prone to when panicking. My ears were ringing my chest was constricted my brain was bursting my insides were all clenched by then.
So I snapped and asked a curt, pointed question that pretty much shut this person up, because it was a question that went to the root of the problem and which the pathetic excuses could not address.
I should not should not should not be so irked by this incident, because it's technically none of my business. But I do not suffer fools lightly and I do not understand why there are so many people let loose in this world, running around gleefully with their incompetence and lack of common sense.
Okay, deep breath. Rant over.
Btw, I really do love the Gareth Pugh collection.
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