I hate

I hate getting up early for work only to cycle 6k to Askew Rd, Acton and then remember my pants (the English version) and have to ride back home to get them.

I hate I lost my lovely phone, and I need to get a replacement simcard (pay monthly) to use on a old LG viewty, and that none of the pay as you go simcards seem to work on a unlocked phone. GRRRRRRRRR

I hate anyone who calls someone and does not hang up after 5 rings. Im not kidding, the phone on the desk behind me has been ringing for 10 minutes.

And no, Im not bloody answering it... Im not a fecking secretary for someone too technologically retarded to turn on voicemail.

Pull out the RJ45 connector?

I hate getting up early for work only to cycle 6k to Askew Rd, Acton and then remember my pants (the English version) and have to ride back home to get them.

didn't you notice the flapping?

Pull out the RJ45 connector?

Am I being billed for this advice?

Yep, it's Tuesday- payment in Guiness please.

It's a Cisco phone so by unplugging it you'll save your employer £3,456.32 per year in 'leccy.

Yep, it's Tuesday- payment in Guiness please.

It's a Cisco phone so by unplugging it you'll save your employer £3,456.32 per year in 'leccy.

i hate having 3 guiness really fast and then leaving pub only to froth over.

Well my employer can buy your bloody guinness then...

You bringing the company card with you tonight then?

I hate anyone who calls someone and does not hang up after 5 rings. Im not kidding, the phone on the desk behind me has been ringing for 10 minutes.

And no, Im not bloody answering it... Im not a fecking secretary for someone too technologically retarded to turn on voicemail.

oh man, i am catching what you are throwing.
my fucking boss leaves his fucking phone on his desk and fucks off, so we have to hear that old phone ring on an iphone at least 3 times a day.

put it in your pocket, or turn the cunt on silent for fuck's sake.

yeah, annoying, but its the twat on the other end that I have my beef with. He's not answering FFS!

You bringing the company card with you tonight then?

I wish man..

BRM- the answer to your prayers:

I hate phones. fuking hate mobiles the most.
and that jazz ring tone the woman next to me does my nut, it's shit! the glockenspiel in a ring tone playing jazz doesn't the fuck work! and why sit there and let it play.?? how about get a fucking ipod and listen to the same dull tune and put your cunting phone on silent.. no vibrate and leave it in your pocket.. then maybe answer it.. unless like me you hate phones. if that is the case the SAfe

fking hate Balki now. i was in a good mood till he ge me thinking about phones.. utter fucking kiwi!

Cheer up cheesy greasy.

didn't you notice the flapping?

I cycle in knicks.. don't want a cockspoke incident. The undies go under the work trousers.

I hate phones. fuking hate mobiles the most.
and that jazz ring tone the woman next to me does my nut, it's shit! the glockenspiel in a ring tone playing jazz doesn't the fuck work! and why sit there and let it play.?? how about get a fucking ipod and listen to the same dull tune and put your cunting phone on silent.. no vibrate and leave it in your pocket.. then maybe answer it.. unless like me you hate phones. if that is the case the SAfe

ahhh, you'd love me forever since I don't have the need to answer/call phone for the rest of my life.

I worked at a place once where the dullness of the employees contrasted sharply (or correlated exactly, depending on your position) with the "I'm crazy, me" in-yer-faceness of their dumbass ringtones. One middle-manager would "hotdesk" from some suicide-inspiring regional branch two or three times a month and yeah, he'd leave his phone lying around on his desk of choice as he swanned in and out of meetings all day, voicemail off, "loud" profile on. His ringtone? A fucking 1940s air-raid siren. If it was my company I'd have not only fired him for being such an obvious dead-wood tosspot but I'd have kicked him down the 11th-floor stairwell to the underground car park myself. Nob end.

Chap across from me has mmm-bop by Hanson.

Cock.

I feel your pain Balki.

He's gonna feel it in a minute.

Enough to drive you to drink... which is an upside.

he'd leave his phone lying around on his desk of choice as he swanned in and out of meetings all day, voicemail off, "loud" profile on. His ringtone? A fucking 1940s air-raid siren. If it was my company I'd have not only fired him for being such an obvious dead-wood tosspot but I'd have kicked him down the 11th-floor stairwell to the underground car park myself. Nob end.

just drop it in a cup of coffee.

what really intrigued me was that everyone else in the office - high level pencil-pushers and sober deal-cutters - didn't seem to bat an eyelid. I arrived at the conclusion that they were so generally dull that, as a species, an elaborate ringtone was considered an acceptable outlet for their expression of individuality, probably along with their choice of cufflinks and an exacting starbucks order.

My message alert tone is the same as the e-mail notification sound for all our PCs.

Keeps the team on their toes - especially the blind one...