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Office environments, construction sites, catering, retail, HGV drivers... we all have our pet peeves. What are yours?
I have 2 main peeves (office environment):
1. Corridor-hoggers. This is where 2 or more people hold a "meeting" at a choke-point. That could be right in front of an entrance, corridor corners, outside an office (so blocking it), a fire exit, or in the corridor where it is at its narrowest. In the building where I work, the corridor is wider (indented) every approx. 2nd or 3rd door. Use it! Or use an empty room... plenty of them. It happens at my current workplace and every previous place I've worked, both private sector and public sector. CORRIDOR-HOGGERS ARE ALWAYS MALE!
2. The food police. For those who eat in the office, the food police will ask what they've had, even if it's in plain view. It's the same obsessive-compulsive conversation every day without fail, that it cannot be good for their mental health. For those who don't bring food to the office, it's still the same conversation except that it's past tense. Just buy the bloody thing if you are that inclined, it's only £2.75 from the canteen. The menu's on the intranet. THE FOOD POLICE ARE ALWAYS FEMALE!
And when I am in the canteen... chair-scrapers. People who press the chair legs hard against the floor while dragging them to deliberately produce a louder noise than the room's accoustics is designed for. CHAIR-SCRAPERS ARE BOTH GENDERS!
I have 2 main peeves (office environment):
1. Corridor-hoggers. This is where 2 or more people hold a "meeting" at a choke-point. That could be right in front of an entrance, corridor corners, outside an office (so blocking it), a fire exit, or in the corridor where it is at its narrowest. In the building where I work, the corridor is wider (indented) every approx. 2nd or 3rd door. Use it! Or use an empty room... plenty of them. It happens at my current workplace and every previous place I've worked, both private sector and public sector. CORRIDOR-HOGGERS ARE ALWAYS MALE!
2. The food police. For those who eat in the office, the food police will ask what they've had, even if it's in plain view. It's the same obsessive-compulsive conversation every day without fail, that it cannot be good for their mental health. For those who don't bring food to the office, it's still the same conversation except that it's past tense. Just buy the bloody thing if you are that inclined, it's only £2.75 from the canteen. The menu's on the intranet. THE FOOD POLICE ARE ALWAYS FEMALE!
And when I am in the canteen... chair-scrapers. People who press the chair legs hard against the floor while dragging them to deliberately produce a louder noise than the room's accoustics is designed for. CHAIR-SCRAPERS ARE BOTH GENDERS!