One of the sub contractors left here last week, she was kinda hot(her mother was from Malaysia and she had that oriental look) and sat across from me, was disappointed to see her go but on the plus said they bought a box of Quality Street and left them open for evenyone to have a sweet or two and wish her all the best, needless to say i made a pig of myself with them
just thinking about it, another place I was in, they wouldnt specifically do anything for peoples birthdays. all the lads would keep to themselves and no one would even know when it was their birthday. but then a few more women started joining the company and birhtdays for them became known and clebrated.
the worst thing was though, and it was fooking cringing, they would bring in their own cake. So basically, you’d go up to the kitchen in the morning, and see a cake there, and say ‘oh who brought it the cake’ and someone would say ‘its so and so’s birthday so she brought in a cake for everyone to have’. so if they didnt bring in their own cake, no one would even know or care it was their birthday. and these ones were in their 30’s or older. that fooking heifer I spoke about witht he baby in the work pehnomenon thread was the worst. she’d send around an email to everyone saying ‘its my birthday today, I brought in some cake so you could celebrate it with me’. we used go up, take a peice of cake, and go back to our desks. she went mental with us once for doing that, hilarious seeing the bull thick red face on the cow.
Big wigs? Why was your office full of banteristers?
All of these middle aged fitness freaks. Triathletes, iron men and weekend warriors. 45 year old men off doing 100 mile cycles every weekend. What happened to doing a bit of gardening of a Saturday? Or going out for a drive of a Sunday?
I’ve worked in places where its EXPECTED of you to bring in a cake on your birthday, it was actually frowned upon if you didnt. I used to just buy a few muffins or summat to keep the peace and toss them out on an empty desk in the section. Truly horrific shit. Another place I hid my birthday from them for a few years until they somehow found out and had a fucking cake waiting for me one day I came back in after lunch. Whats worse is they now come to me to contribute to cakes for other people in the section for their birthdays. And of course the biggest fattest heifer in the place is the organiser.
I made sure that shit got stopped in my place.
This year my birthday happened to fall on the same day as a Sports & Social Club night out. I wouldn’t have told anyone about it being my birthday, but sure enough as soon as the dinner finished, the lights went down, and out comes this fuckin huge cake with everyone singing Happy Birthday and me going beetroot. Just as they arrive to me with the cake I move my plate out of the way to make room from the cake on the table and half stand up to let them in with the cake. The girls from the office who were carrying it looked at me as if I was demented, and continued on past me and landed the cake in front of one of the partners 3 seats down from me.
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Brilliant!
[font=“Arial”]This reminds me of the most recent gathering we had in our office when one of the girls in admin was leaving. We were all sitting around the table in the usual manner talking shit, listening to stupid jokes and eating cake when the owner of the company, who’s about 74, wandered in to pay his respects to the girl. One of the partners, who is a huge lump of a man, greets the owner with “Ah Jim, we saved a bit of cake for you?” Sharp as a knife the auld fella responds “I’d say that was very difficult for you, Brian”[/font]
[font=“Arial”]The whole place erupts with laughter the partner turns purple. It made the experience bearable for once[/font]
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she’d send around an email to everyone saying ‘its my birthday today, I brought in some cake so you could celebrate it with me’. [/quote]
:o
Jesus.
What kind of self respecting human being would do such a thing?
Ron Jones thinks it’s wrong that we just signed a birthday card for a colleague. What a coont.
You have to bring the cunt of a wife you never really loved with you on a drive.
Far fucking easier to cycle 100 miles on your own, getting some peace and quite.
Your idea of marrige is perplexing Kev.
No you could just bring the kids out for a spin and let the wife have a well earned rest after the rigours of cooking Sunday lunch.
Its oniy based on what i see around the place tintin, i realise it isn’t this way for everyone. But the type of fellas who go doing all these kind of things at 40 odd like fagan describes are generally running away from something or missing something major in their lives. When you know both sides are playing away on top of this its easy enough to put it altogether.
I’m delighted ye have happy marriages lads.
Were you rased in a broken home Kevin?
No, what would that have to do with what i have seen happen throughout my adult life, with families around where i’m from, friends parents etc etc. . Mostly in middle/upper middle class families too… I was lucky to have excellent loving parents thanks Rintintin
I’m glad to hear it Kevin, I guess I just feel a bit sorry for you that a couple of failed realationship have ruined any chance you have at real happiness. Shame on those couples.
Good to see that Kev’s psycho-analysis extends beyond internet message boards