According to a Monster.com survey, 43 percent of office workers say they've been the victim of a lunch thief. Can you imagine that? How many people don't even bring a lunch to the office? This means pretty much everyone who does bring a lunch has had that shit stolen by unscrupulous twat waffles. Do I sound bitter? Bitter as the goddamn half of grapefruit that would nicely accented my roasted turkey and Swiss on French bread that I never got to eat last week, because one of these office sharts jammed it in their nutrient dump because they were raised by Appalachian bush pigs.

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I hope you trip and fall into this dick-first (or vagina-first).

Now, your hatred may fuel revenge fantasies against this lunch thief. And trust me, I've seriously thought of just wiping my ass on Wonder Bread, lacing it with a little spicy mustard, feta, and Romaine, then letting fate run its course. But the fact is that no one ever catches a lunch thief unless they install a lunchroom camera, and unless your boss gets their lunch stolen too, that ain't happening. You never catch the lunch thief, and I'll submit this is likely because it's not one lunch thief -- it's half of your goddamn office. They're all just stealing shit because someone stole from them, and there's probably more hilarious and disgusting sabotage items than food in the fridge at this point, but it is what it is. We all have to deal with it because the world we live in has failed us. Failed us and our lunches.

Go into any mall in America and look at the restroom before the janitor gets to it. Or even better, try a Greyhound station, but bring some Clorox wipes with you. If you can make it past one stall without seeing a fecal obelisk reaching to the starry skies, you live in a nice town, so you should feel good about yourself.

Every communal washroom in America is a literal cesspool. Without a hard-working janitorial staff, you'll be lucky to find one in which the only thing wrong is that someone has firehosed the seat with urine. From toilet paper fed directly into the bowl to inexplicable poop on the ceilings, once we get into a bathroom that we as individuals are not responsible for cleaning, it's like we set our lower holes on a timer and have just been waiting for them to explode.

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Now I am become death, the destroyer of porcelain.

In an office, this is atrociously uncool, because you never spend all day at the greyhound station. You don't have to endure eight hours at the mall, and even if you work at the mall, you know the people using the washroom are the sorts of people who talk to their own feet and drink gasoline. What's the excuse for the people in your office? How are you sitting there, next to some chucklefuck in a tie, knowing he probably just wrote a dirty limerick in his own poop on the wall?

Maybe your office bathroom isn't that bad, but I have never once worked in an office where the bathroom ever made it through the week without at least one Ganges trout floating belly-up in the bowl for the next guy to try to deal with.

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To be fair, calling cards come in many forms.

Why do people insist on not flushing? It's that chaos kernel. That sense of devilish freedom you get from shitting in a toilet that has no legitimate owner. It's the world's bowl, and the world can be damned. Someone else can flush that nugget, so you're going to leave it there and make a stranger look at it. What immeasurable power, what degradation, to be able to do that to another autonomous being -- to force another person to gaze upon your feces against their will, and know that there is literally nothing they can do about it. They're powerless. And in your workplace microcosm, this makes us all the CEO for the time it takes to pinch one off, or to somehow "forget" to properly dispose of a used feminine hygiene pad and leave it on the floor instead. Everyone else at work has to endure that. Because of you. You made everyone your bitch. And everyone hates you, whoever you are.

New office workers may get overwhelmed by the culture of meetings, and the number of absolutely stupid and useless ones, until the day comes when they have the bullshit meeting epiphany. You'll likely be in the middle of watching a PowerPoint discussing something you didn't even know your company did, led by people you may have never even met before, and you'll think, "Jesus, it's like these idiots are wasting time because they have no idea what they're supposed to be doing." And in that moment, you will have caught the leprechaun and spunked right in his golden pot.

A solid 80 percent of meetings that haven't been called by management are complete and utter garbage that serve no purpose whatsoever. They exist so those go-getters who called them can hope against hope that it'll make it look as though they've been working on stuff for the last month or so, when it's pretty obvious they put in five hours of work, tops. Meetings are just bullshit. They're there to sap people's days so that they get so tired of the topic at hand that they wrap it up and ask no additional questions because they don't care anymore. Thus leaving the meeting callers off the hook for at least another week.