Hey, it always worked for me. From the relatively insane Rum & Monkey, we present:
20 Indicators that Weeping at Work
May Be a Viable Plan Going Forward
Chair has become one with Nestene consciousness and keeps trying to nibble on bum.
Utopian vision for global democracy dashed by gel-haired colleague’s Daily Mail worldview.
Zombie army escaped again and appears to want IT support.
Oh noes, someone took two donuts.
Microsoft Office has become otherworldly sentient intelligence and still just wants to know if you’re writing a letter.
and so on…ah, the year I put in at the cubicle farm. Good times, good times. Okay, I confess: it was me who freed the zombie army and gave them your pager number.
So we know who I am: the question now becomes, who are you? Take the Office Moron quiz!
Which Office Moron Are You?
Which Office Moron Are You?
Rum and Monkey: jamming your photocopier one tray at a time.
Congratulations, fool! You’re the incompetent egotist.
Every office has one. You stride in on your first day with no useful skills, an inane smile on your face, and plans for a variety of team-building exercises, meetings, extra-curricular activities and staff days out, all designed to win you favour with the boss.
The problem is, everyone else hates you. You’re loud, you’re arrogant, you’re dumber than management, and you insist on wearing really loud shirts to make yourself seem interesting. Even the IT manager is more socially aware – and the depressing thing is, you’ll probably run the company in ten years.
If you don’t get a pickaxe through your head first.
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Ha! I’m the janitor with a chip on his shoulder.
What’s this “Emo in the Office” thing going around today?
Good grief, apparently I’m a disarming young temp. Even though I’ve been a full-time drone long enough to… no, forget it, I’m not going down that road.
Sigh. Apparently my fear that I’ll look twelve for the rest of my life is coming true.
Well it certainly got my results correct, as all my former co-workers can attest!
I’m the office IT manager
how come I can’t even work out how to add widgets to my blog?
You’ve been here since the dawn of time itself, old timer, and you’ve been biding your time with your eye on the boss’s job.
You deserved to have a promotion. You’ve been here longer than anyone else. Your fingers have become craggy, and you see Excel spreadsheets when you go to sleep at night. More than half your life has been spent at budget meetings, advertising liason sessions, team-building seminars and pub lunches with people you hate. Yet for some reason you’ve been passed over every time in favour of younger, less competent workers.
No more. You’re at the end of your tether. Where’s your gold watch? Where’s your acknowledgement? Your raises? When does your time come around?
Your time is now, hombre.
There ya go! Sounds like it got you right.
Nurse Myra, it’s a well-known fact that engineers can’t put Lego together, doctors are lousy patients, and IT guys all have computers that are three times overclocked, held together with toilet sealant and model glue.