Probably been done to death here, but sure what harm? Does exactly what it says on the tin. Have a rant about a co-worker, you know you want to.
There's a Norn Iron lad in the office that's incapable of sitting quietly for anything that even resembles a reasonable amount of time. He has a manky accent, even by Nordie standards, and inflects every single sentence upwards at the end so it sounds like everything he says is a smart-ass question.
He never fucking shuts up. Working near him is not unlike being the poor fucker on an assembly line who got stuck under the extractor fan, if the extractor fan sounded like a Northern Irish cunt.
When no-one is talking to him he'll perch on someone's shoulder and offer unwanted (useless) "input".
Prize pain in the hole that lad is.
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There's a Norn Iron lad in the office that's incapable of sitting quietly for anything that even resembles a reasonable amount of time. He has a manky accent, even by Nordie standards, and inflects every single sentence upwards at the end so it sounds like everything he says is a smart-ass question.
He never fucking shuts up. Working near him is not unlike being the poor fucker on an assembly line who got stuck under the extractor fan, if the extractor fan sounded like a Northern Irish cunt.
When no-one is talking to him he'll perch on someone's shoulder and offer unwanted (useless) "input".
Prize pain in the hole that lad is.
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