God, I don't work in an office or anything, but I HATE people like those in panel 3. Where I work, it's normal a bunch of old ladies making comments about how bad the job is. "Yes, I know we moved a lot of volume, you don't have to remind me every night."
The gotta-comment-on-everything kind of guy is not restricted to only office space, he's one of the most annoying and unbearable human creatures on this planet.
When I read the bottom part of the final panel, I got to black and before I made it to the next line, I thought a racist joke was on the horizon. I feel let down.
Hey, the third guy is totally me! Only I totally am medically handicapped (physically), but just enough to make me accident-prone and easily-broken, and (at least for a short few years, probably) not actually enough to get any sort of stickers.
I suffer from the whispering women species…unfortunately a mutated loud version of the same,
Lol, these are funny
however, I take offense to the third panel, I do that, but it's only cause I have tourette syndrome and cannot help it.
First panel reminds me of spagett.
God, I don't work in an office or anything, but I HATE people like those in panel 3. Where I work, it's normal a bunch of old ladies making comments about how bad the job is. "Yes, I know we moved a lot of volume, you don't have to remind me every night."
you forgot the "i hate this job but ive been working here for ten years" guy.
You all, here, suffer from the Lonely Verbal Parasite.
Damn me too.
"Oh No. Not Again."
Am I a horrible person for laughing out loud at this? xP
The gotta-comment-on-everything kind of guy is not restricted to only office space, he's one of the most annoying and unbearable human creatures on this planet.
I like turtles
When I read the bottom part of the final panel, I got to black and before I made it to the next line, I thought a racist joke was on the horizon. I feel let down.
Hey, the third guy is totally me! Only I totally am medically handicapped (physically), but just enough to make me accident-prone and easily-broken, and (at least for a short few years, probably) not actually enough to get any sort of stickers.
I sullenly admit that I am the guy who comments on everything.
“It keeps happening!”
“I told you, dude! I warned you about the stairs!”