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A co-worker (not the one who annoyed me yesterday) goes ON AND ON about how they can pick up a cake for another coworkers birthday this morning. I mean, like 5+ minutes of talking on and on about how there is a Schnucks near their house and they can get it quickly and whatnot.

Fine, I say. You get the cake. At the end of the day she reminds me that she is getting the cake not me. (why would I care)

First thing this morning (because, ya know, I've got nothing else to work on) she asks, "did you get the cake and everything?"

/pulls hair out

EDIT: Now she's called me from the grocery store. "Do we need the thing already cut or not?" Seriously, we have knife technology here in the office. It doesn't matter.

So did you pick up the cake or not?

Maybe they all had a meeting in the ladies restroom and discussed ways to drive you crazy and make you run screaming from the building. Then they can take over and you will be nothing but a drooling dude curled up in the fetal position begging for mercy. Just a thought.

Yeah, its really not that bad, its just that I'm really swamped this week, so I haven't had time to be as sociable as normal, and little things are getting to me because I've had to do 25 little things instead of the 4 important things I need to.

Yet another reason why I'm glad I work from home....I always hated the "cake for someone!" at the office ordeals. Fortunately, my dept started doing the once a month celebrations so we wouldn't have so many.....and we wouldn't always do cake, sometimes it would be bagels, other times ice cream, whatever.

Of course, this always brings to mind the Seinfeld episode when Elaine goes ballistic over too many cake celebrations at the office.

So did you find a knife or what?

JCShutout wrote:A co-worker (not the one who annoyed me yesterday) goes ON AND ON about how they can pick up a cake for another coworkers birthday this morning. I mean, like 5+ minutes of talking on and on about how there is a Schnucks near their house and they can get it quickly and whatnot.

Fine, I say. You get the cake. At the end of the day she reminds me that she is getting the cake not me. (why would I care)

First thing this morning (because, ya know, I've got nothing else to work on) she asks, "did you get the cake and everything?"

/pulls hair out

EDIT: Now she's called me from the grocery store. "Do we need the thing already cut or not?" Seriously, we have knife technology here in the office. It doesn't matter.

People like this require a step by step manual for everything. It's nothing short of a miracle that they can dress themselves in the morning.