Posts Tagged ‘fml’

Cube = Hopelessness

Thursday, April 16th, 2009

The names of the company and people involved have been changed to protect their identity. (From the wrath of the large egg eating woman.)

(10:05:34 AM) Kevin Garnett: ugh, as if all that wasn’t bad enough, check out the e-mail i just got from the lady in the cube [near] me…
(10:06:52 AM) RobE: yeah
(10:07:00 AM) RobE: cube is such a depressing word
(10:07:11 AM) RobE: used to be just a geometric shape
(10:07:38 AM) Kevin Garnett: now it’s a synonym for hopelessness

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Follwed by this email:
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To: Rob, from: KG
FML
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From: Terrible Person
Sent: Thursday, April 16, 2009 10:00 AM
To: Kevin Garnett
Subject: It’s not dog farts…

…that you smell over here. I’m just eating a hard-boiled egg.

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15 Corporate Drive | Doesntmatter, MA 02127
Direct 781-471-***** | Fax 781-320-***** | Main 781-471-*****
T_Person@crusheddreams.com
www.crusheddreams.com

Roberta Eaton and the Cheetahs

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009

So yesterday I got an email listing the Cheetah’s game times and field locations for some upcoming sports (probably not zportz) events of some kind. I was confused, and noticed it was sent to robertaeaton@gmail.com, which is similar to my address without the dots. I was confused how I was receiving someone else’s mail, but upon further inspection of the “details” of the recipients, next to the email address it says “yes this is you.”

I clicked on the link to learn that gmail basically ignores periods in email addresses, so registering robert.a.eaton is the same as registering RobertAEaton which at first I thought was cool. Then Molly pointed out that I “probably want to keep those dots in there” because my name wasn’t Roberta Eaton. Awesome.

John Goes to Work, Confronts Fat Lady

Wednesday, April 8th, 2009

Email from John this morning with regards to him attempting to park this morning. Fat lady steals his spot, hilarity ensues:

“This morning, I came upon a woman piling her rug rats into the car, so I pulled ahead and waited. It took a few moments, maybe 4 for her to get everything situated and start to pull out. My reverse lights were on and, as she pulled away, I started to back up. Just then, a woman pulled front first into the spot (it was on the end of the line of cars, so doing so was possible). I sat there for a minute, watching in moderate shock. This really happens? This isn’t just a funny Seinfeld episode. FML. I then backed up and rolled down my window. ‘Excuse me, I was waiting for this spot.’ Her response, ‘how am I supposed to know that? Is there a fucking (she started the swearing right off the bat!) sign with your name on it here?’ At this point, I became furious. My next line: ‘How are you supposed to know that? BECAUSE YOU HAVE 2 HUMAN EYES THAT YOU SUPPOSEDLY USE TO DRIVE AND SEE SHIT WITH! It’s unfortunate that, at your age (approx 55), you haven’t learned common courtesy or the basic rules of driving’ She then gave me the finger and told me to go fuck myself. I responded by, in a very calm voice, telling her that she was a ‘fat bitch’, which was awesome because she was, so I was just making a factual statement. I finished up by telling her that I hoped she had a ‘lovely day ma’am.’ Her mouth was a bit agape at this point and she had no response. I win. I win double because I found another spot not 20 seconds later. Awesomeeeeeee! ”