It's no wonder the slow co-worker is stressed the fuck out. She works slow as Christmas. I've never heard someone enter things into a 10-key machine so slowly in all of my life.
And the sound of that is going to drive me mad.
And what's with the million retarded questions today?
Yes, I'm at lunch. Yes, I'm reading. What part of trying to be relaxed and enjoy my lunchbreak makes you interrupt me and ask me questions? Do I look like I want to small talk with you, stupid co-worker man?
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