For real these noise canceling head phones are killing me, they are great for tuning out the office, but they allow me to get caught up in space and then my spidy (sp the shit that tingles Spider mans senses ||) sense goes all haywire and i miss the clues of human approach until its too late.
"Why hello there boss man wha'gwan fatha?"
'the I just awaiting approvals pon the last revisions and ting"
and there I is, screen saver a blaze, rap letters on paper on my desk...
it sucks when you are in a busy work environment but your job has a lot of down time while you wait for approvals. When all around you are a buzz and a flutter with shit to do it is the slackers and guilty who are doing nada. shit looks bad to nap at your desk or read a skin mag, but fuck my free time is hevs free time; don't make me go on break.
ways to describe this thread:
tales of the sneak up on
falling face first into a stereotype
who is this guy hev and why is he posting like we know him hes never in the zed;
here i b bitches.
heres a photo i took...
dam Chinese playing right into your kung foolish stereo types...