Overenthusiastic much?

I like my work environment. We do not have much work to do and a usual day in the office involves everyone with headphones bobbing their head to some music or giggling at Barney Stinson’s newest antics in How I Met Your Mother. My workmates are cool, I don’t know much about what they do after work but I enjoy their non-company at work. We work amicably like that.

Then we got an accountant. Ever since Mr. Accountant stepped into our office, we’ve all wondered out loud if he ever had any friends before he came to work with us. See, the only time I talk to our IT guy is to tell him my google chrome has refused to download. Or if I can install the new Windows Media player 11 without having a validated MS Operating system. Seriously, that’s all we talk about. Mr. Accountant on the other hand, greets you and you just want to choke him. “Good morning. How is everything? Is it going good? How was last night? Did you sleep well? Did you drive safely to work? . . . ” We have all learnt to say hi and run out of his office before he can say another word.

But no, we cannot escape him that easily, we have phones. You know, those phones where you can call another office like an intercom line? Yeah. See, we decided to put him in the back of the building with his own office to calculate our various expenses and whatnot in peace. Maths needs some concentration right? Apparently not. Every second minute, the phone rings and it’s something like, ‘what are we having for lunch?’ Or ‘did you enjoy your lunch? Mine was very good. This woman cooks good food.’ SERIOUSLY!!!!!! You called to tell me that? I just lost a client here with you engaging the phone! So I found a genius plan to stop his interruptions of my Chuck marathons, I switched off the ringer. Genius huh? I know. Anyway, he’d call and call and call and then walk to our office and ask us what is wrong with the phone. We all told him that there was something wrong with it and if he needs to communicate he can just IM. Bad idea!

Here is an actual IM he just sent me a few minutes ago: did you get my email i sent you yesterday about “is it strange to sit at the last row of the seat at church” “$20 too big for church yet very small for shoping” I kid you not! That’s the other thing, he sends forwards galore. I’m about to spam him from my work address book because I am tired of his emails that have nothing whatsoever to do with work. And then he wants to discuss the forwards!!!!!!!

Now I know I complain a lot in this blog but hey, this is my space and it’s where I vent. I have very happy and fulfilling days the rest of the time I don’t blog. Blame it on the moon and it’s changes or something. But will someone please help me shoot this guy? My workmate who enjoys bopping her head to Single Ladies by Beyonce while she works yesterday blew a fuse and gave him a talking to. We were all silently rooting for her. She just told him that she does not care for his IMs and unless it is not work related he does not have to talk to her because she will not talk back. And I left out the part where he calls me ‘dear’ and says he likes me and why won’t I reply to his IMs. Aaaaaaaaarrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhh. Hm, how to get a colleague fired? I’m googling that right now. Maybe I should file for sexual harassment.