Boss: You’ll be happy to know that we asked accounting to open up a billing code for “unstrategic planning.”
5340 Alla Road
Los Angeles, California
Boss: You’ll be happy to know that we asked accounting to open up a billing code for “unstrategic planning.”
5340 Alla Road
Los Angeles, California
I-banker: Why can’t we just donate money to hire people to do this work?
2615 W. 84th Place
Chicago, Illinois
Employee #1: It’s them damn environmentalists that make the gas prices so high.
Employee #2: Yeah, those morons won’t let us drill for oil anywhere. They’re what’s wrong with this country.
Employee #1: Yeah, them and the French.
North 6th Street
Gainesville, Florida
Overheard by: Environmentalist
Coworker: I can’t believe they raised the price of their chicken salads! I mean, chicken is, like, the bologna of meats!
1400 Euclid Avenue
Cleveland, Ohio
Visitor from another office: I gotta get my child support so I can get a pedicure.
Austin, Texas
Overheard by: The Joys of Temping in Austin
Elderly overweight coworker: Yes, it was expensive to take a taxi one city block everyday, but I didn't want to get raped.
Young uncomfortable male coworker: No, I don't blame you.
Scarborough
Ontario
Canadia
Overheard by: not a rapist
Receptionist: Does the president have to pay the mortgage on the White House?
1600 Utica Avenue South
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Overheard by: wish she hadn’t voted
Project manager, reading e-mail from vendor: Hey, Travis*! What the fuck is this?
Travis*: Oh, yeah, that guy. He's like the fuckin' Mr Rogers of switchgear. Always with the “have a great day!”
Project manager: Hmm…
Travis*: And I'm all “you've got $140,000 in liquidated damages, so shut the fuck up, bitch, and get me my stuff!”
Fallon, Nevada
Overheard by: trippin on DayQuil
Angry suit on cell: Get me the money or I take your ass to court. I’ll take your ass to court.
Barista: Ummm… sir? Can I get you something to drink?
Angry suit on cell: Yes, I’d like a triple mocha. [To cell.] I mean it. I’ll sue your ass, you greedy, lying Italian bastard.
Barista: Sir, would you like whipped cream on your mocha?
Angry suit on cell: Like hell you’ll get me the money by June. You were supposed to give it to me back in September. [To barista.] Extra whipped cream, thanks.
W Washington St
Ann Arbor, Michigan
