My Facebook Friends
People who put their whole life – i.e. photo’s videos and family history – on FB irritate me. You are exhibitionists. And attention seekers. And don’t argue with me, you know it’s true. Why else do you post your whole life for all and sunder to see and comment on? It’s like “look what a fabulous party I had. Look, we were at XYZ. Look we met celebrity X & A”.
I don’t care about this crap. But you know what? If YOU like doing this, fine and well, just please leave my photo’s and name out of this. I don’t appreciate you posting pic’s of me AT ALL.
And don’t you care that other people can download all your pics and send it to others? What if a psycho killer likes the way you look and decides to target you as his next victim? Uh, DUH. You didn’t think of it like that? Wow. Come on guys, grow up. Don’t make me more mad…..
Once again you’ve proven how positively clever and insightful you are. And how well you listen to me when I speak. NOT. I wish you would just shut up. You really have no friggin’ clue. And you are making assholes of both you and me by speaking such utter balderdash. Just SHUT the fuck UP PLEASE.
Oh, and what do you mean what do I SUGGEST we do regarding the escalation? You’re the manager. I escalated to YOU. Sort it out. Do what managers are supposed to do.
Colleague # 5
I am NOT your friend. I am your colleague. I ask you how your weekend was but I really don’t care. Tip – if I ask you this and I make eye-contact – I REALLY want to know. If I don’t….WELL, I DON’T REALLY WANT TO KNOW!! So don’t bang on for an hour about how good it was and what you did….I also don’t give a toss how your party was. I’m happy for you that you had a good one, but puhleeze, I don’t want to see the pics nor do I want to know how drunk you got, or who’s who in the zoo attended.
Also, you are intelligent (well at least you seem to be), if I grunt when you ask something, I’m not too keen to speak to you, and I’m not the least bit interested in your utterances. Learn these tips. It will come in handy one day. That’s YOUR LIFE, YOUR STORY. Share it with someone who cares.
What the hell do you want me to tell you at 21:46 (on a Sunday) when you phone to tell me your daughter’s gone back to her mom? Must I jump up and down with glee? Or do you want me to cry snot-and-trane (i.e. bawl my eyes out?). I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY TO YOU OR WHAT TO DO. And I can’t believe that YOU couldn’t do any better than you have. I thought you’d learnt something from your own so-called k*k childhood.
Maybe I could say that I saw it coming from a mile away? That I don’t empathise with either of you because you got no clue and you had it coming? You wouldn’t have appreciated that, would you? And if it was so heart wrenching and you were so upset, and you really wanted your sis to know about it, why didn’t you call me on Friday to tell me what’s going down? You wait until bloody Sunday night to share this shit with me? I’m tired of you sorry lot and all the k*k and drama. Sort yourselves out. I cannot do anything for you. You need professional help. You got yourself into this shit, you get yourself out of it.
And how can your wife predict your daughter’s gonna come home with a knop (pregnant) – talk about being positive. Does she not know if you put it out there it’s almost like casting a bleddie hex on her? Sheez. I wish I could bleddie well kick her head in….Actually, yours too, you are a sorry excuse for a father.
I will pray that my niece sorts herself out and opens her eyes, coz’ life’s harsh out there and I don’t want her to throw her life down the drain because you sorry excuses for parents couldn’t do your JOB.
I will support her however I can and should she want my help. But you guys, I’m just tired of you now. Just you remember – die wiel draai, en soos hy draai tel hy allerhande k*k op…. (what goes around comes around….)
And thanks to all of the above people – you’ve just upset my delicate karma…I’m all out of sorts now after trying a WHOLE BLEDDIE WEEK to be a better person. Screw you too, thankyouverymuch….