Discussion in 'Moopy Moop' started by Phoenix, Nov 14, 2017.
Aaaaalll by myself, don't wanna be.
Yaaaaaasssss, slay my hole, Tuesday
No need to be so extra Diddy.
Your tone seems very pointed right now
I wish I was in a relationship that involved even VAGUE INTERACTION
*wakes up on own, makes self cup of tea, reads news, listens to radio, makes packed lunch, shaves and showers and goes to work without even SEEING Mr S*
I actually complained last weekend which provoked a FROTHING RANT telling me amongst other things that I have UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS
I don't THINK SO tbh
Anyways, I can't see how Tuesday can slay anything, her face is busted and her wig is thirsty the house boots down.
What DO you expect Shirl?
NOT MUCH and I DONT EVEN GET THAT
Thats sounds pretty shitty, to be honest.
That sounds dire.
I disagree, just put up with it. At your age, what other option do you have?
(joke bbz that sounds horrible xoxo)
No, he's just being so obtuse
Did you sign a pre-nup?
I hate you, Moopy.
I was just training a new starter and I was sharing my screen and looking for an e-mail from Wendy Se*** to show him, except I forgot her name and typed in "Wendy Moten" instead.
Moopy slips into my real life all the time
I'm doing some marketing work for a female life coach and this has to be the biggest swindle going. £3000 to tell people what they want to hear. I'm in the wrong BIZNIZ.
Where is Mr S? Does he work odd hours?
Sometimes I'm not even sure if Mr. S is a real person or just a figment of Shirley's imagination.
Our lives appear to be very similar. My morning-alone routine also involves making sure there's enough water already in the kettle for the cup of coffee and sugar I set up for him ready for when he drags his arse out of his pit so all he has to do is click the button on, he had the audacity to ask me if I'd fallen out with him when I arrived home one night because I'd forgotten to put his coffee cup out that morning! I'm now at the point where I daren't make any kind of criticism to Mr F because he flies completely off the handle. Sadly at some point, and I don't think it will be long, my temper and internalised unhappiness with the way things are is going to force itself out and at that point all bets are off.
Shall we run off into the sunset together, me, you and big Pikachu, and leave them to fester together? Please say yes.
"Did I TELL YOU about our OVEN DOOR?"
NO AND PLEASE DON'T *adds GENERAL TIMEWASTING to LIST of COMPLAINTS for meeting on Friday*
Just be glad you weren’t looking for anyone called Gladys
I'm training a person today too...the person who used to do the training has fallen out with me over it. She told them to shove it but she's still the only person who should be doing any training.
I can't decide WHAT to say in this meeting with the new BIG CHEESE on Friday. I have NO IDEA what you can get away with in these kind of things. I have 20 YEARS of GRIEVANCES stored up which I haven't been able to MOAN at my boss about because he is MARRIED to the CAUSE OF THEM. In an added TWIST the new BIG CHEESE is the HUSBAND of another LADY in my office who is the best BUDDY of the SOURCE OF ALL GRIEVANCES. Talk about TOTALLY FUCKED UP. I can just SEE MYSELF talking myself into RESIGNING
Still at least my HOME LIFE isn't totally fucked u....Oh
He works ocd hours
Don't resign @Shirley , you'd be due a good redundancy package!
I know right, I may ask about THAT seeing as they seem to be taking on two new people to DO MY JOB