A shower of bastard colleagues
Where a friend works: The individual concerned is fine and oblivious to the meriment she creates in an office of complete bastards - about 500 of them.

This particular lady works in support for a company that makes stuff (i won't say what as it would be bleeding obvious who), anyway she is blessed. She is blessed with the most magnificent pair ... of sideburns. These things are awesome - dark, big and bushy lampchops earning her the nickname "Elvis".

Should you need to speak to support it is essential that when put through to Elvis anything she says is answered with a full on "uh-huh" just as the King would have done himself before that toilet incident. Points are awared to any employee who can sign off a conversation with a southern drawl "thang-you-very-much".

Elvis lives - (s)hes a legend - its everyone else who is the bastards.

At the same place noobs are always fooled into setting off an alarm system - then being told they've irradiated themselves with a lifetimes dose - this is 'proved' to them by waving a sound meter at them under the pretence that its a Gieger counter.
(i anglepoise, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 16:40, 2 replies)

elvis
First lol moment tonight
Thang yu ver much
(andythepieman Is surfing the waves of indifference on, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 22:32, closed)

Also lol'led
thang you verrah much


*click*
(posthumous mince is tiptoeing through the tulips, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 0:54, closed)