When I’m stressed out at work I whisper “it is what it is” to calm myself down. It’s like self-mediation. I guess I whisper loudly because my co-worker asked why I’m constantly muttering the word anus in my cubicle.
After every strategy meeting my co-worker will slap me on the back and say “Listen, you fail I cover your ass. I fail you cover my ass! And if we both fail? Then we're both fucked!” He finds this comment hilarious. I didn’t get the reference until I was telling my dad about it. My dad recognized it immediately replying; “the moron is quoting Die Hard: With a Vengeance dear. You should start looking for a new job.”
My co-worker has an annoying habit of using words like “fudge” or “darn” instead of good ole' fashion curse words. Recently, I’ve started to correct him in the office.
Him: Fudge, the darn copier is out of ink again.
Me: You mean fuck, the fucking copier is out of ink again.
My cubicle mate is obsessed with her cats. At least once a day she calls me over to her computer to look at her “cute little kitten” pictures. I’m allergic to cat dander and she smells like day old cat litter.