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1. Needlessly loud typing.

2. People who talk about their commute every single day even though nothing exciting has ever happened.

3. Earth-hating bellends who don’t respect the recycling bin rules.

4. Dirty teaspoons on the work surface.

5. When the coffee runs out and nobody replaces it so you just sit there falling asleep.

6. Passive-aggressive signs in the kitchen that everyone totally ignores.

7. When your colleagues actually tell you how they are when you were just being polite.

8. Being regarded as the photocopier technician because you sit near the photocopier.

9. Milk-stealing.

10. Food-stealing.

11. That tight bastard who keeps a secret stash of biscuits in their locked desk drawers.

12. Coffee breath.

13. That person who sighs loudly until you ask them what’s wrong.

14. Sniffing.

15. The twatting idiot who comes in when they’re ill and makes everyone else ill.

16. Being hungover but still having to come to the office.

17. When somebody else uses your favourite mug so you spend the day being really cold towards them and they have no idea why.

18. The person who bores you about their kids constantly.

19. Colleagues who brag about how early they get to the office, despite the fact that they’re swanning about making tea until everyone else gets there.

20. That person who laughs really loudly and then tries to make eye contact with you so you ask what they’re laughing at.

21. People who look at your screen when they stand behind you.

22. That one person who has screen protectors like they’re a spy and not a PA at a recruitment firm.

23. When someone younger than you is your boss.

24. Colleagues who reply all to emails.

25. People who forward you chain emails, which amazingly somehow still exist in 2015.

26. When you’re a young person so everyone older treats you as the IT person.

27. Passive-aggressive emails about the state of the kitchen.

28. People who put read receipts on their emails like they’re your actual mother.

29. “Let’s catch up face to face.”

30. “We’re all singing from the same hymn sheet.”

31. All ridiculous corporate jargon.

32. Meetings about meetings.

33. People who don’t put their phones on silent so the whole desk pings and vibrates whenever they get a WhatsApp notification.

34. That person who always paces up and down the office on the phone so you can hear how very important their phone conversation is.

35. Office air conditioning that is -5°C all year round so you have to wear a coat indoors in summer.

36. Colleagues who are rude to the receptionist.

37. Wannabe Michael Scotts who sit on your desk to talk to you.

38. That one person who asks you way-too-personal questions.

39. “Do you have a minute?” “Not really.” *continues talking anyway*

40. Not being able to leave work at precisely 6pm.

41. That person who always talks about their gym regime, as if anyone cares.

42. And the person who’s always on a new fad diet.

43. People talking to you when you’re eating at your desk.

44. Having to eat lunch at your desk.

45. Getting a salad for lunch because you’re being healthy, but then caving and eating four packets of crisps and three Kit Kats in the afternoon.

46. Not being sure if your headache is from too much coffee or not enough coffee.

47. So having another coffee and then feeling like you can hear colours.

48. When some asks “Going anywhere nice?” when you’re going on holiday, as if you’re going somewhere shit.

49. Lift small-talk.

50. Having to come up with a fun fact about yourself and going completely blank.

51. Being forced to go on team-building days and interact with your colleagues for a full day.

52. Enforced work drinks where everyone talks about work.

53. When people sing “Happy Birthday” to you and you don’t know where to look.

54. When somebody brings their baby in and you don’t know how to interact with babies.

55. Having to donate money for a birthday present for a colleague you hate.

56. Being peer-pressured to sponsor a colleague you hate to do a sporting event.

57. Unless it’s an event where they might fall off a cliff or something.

58. When your boss uses fancy words to make bad things sound good, e.g. streamlining.

59. Middle management with ideas above their station.

60. Being made to work when it’s sunny outside.

61. Being made to work on your birthday.

62. Being made to work ever.
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Renee is a NICU nurse at WellStar Kennestone Hospital in Marietta, Georgia. She has cared for thousands of premature over the years. She was asked to sit and watch a video, not knowing what it was for, and when she watched it, her heart overflowed.

Families were shown on a video clip explaining how wonderful Renee had been to their precious babies, and how she had helped save their lives.

When the video was over, family after family entered through the door with pictures of the babies. But the best surprise of all was seeing healthy children who she had saved as infants, running to her side to give her a hug. She was their hero.

Renee loved being able to stay in contact with families to see how their little ones were doing, but she never would have guessed she would be personally visited by them just for a moment of thanks.

Happy emotions filled the room as Renee was able to interact with families who are most dear to her. She said, “I love taking care of these babies. I don’t do what I do for any kind of thank you, but it’s a wonderful feeling to be appreciated.”

NICU Nurse Is About To Be Reunited With The Babies She Saved, Her Reaction Is Priceless [via] [h/t]

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Why is it the older generations can make us laugh without trying? Maybe it’s because they don’t take life too seriously at that age. :)

This woman is well into her sixties, so you can imagine how shocked she was when she found out she was pregnant, but how her husband responded to the news is utterly hilarious.
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The Waitress Refuses To Serve Breakfast Without Eggs, But What This Senior Does In Response Is Great. [via]

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The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents’ bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.

As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They ended with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate’s treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window.

When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. “Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son.

You’re going to do better than me. This old mill town’s not going to hold you back.” Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly.

“These are for my son’s college fund. He’ll never work at the mill all his life like me.” We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. “When we get home, we’ll start filling the jar again.”He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. “You’ll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters,” he said. “But you’ll get there. I’ll see to that.” The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed. A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me. No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar. To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make away out for me. “When you finish college, Son,” he told me, his eyes glistening, “You’ll never have to eat beans again…unless you want to.” The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad’s arms.

“She probably needs to be changed,” she said, carrying the baby into my parents’ bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes. She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. “Look,” she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.

Dad Saved Up For Years To Send Son To College. What Came Next Is Perfect. [via]

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BLOUNT COUNTY, Ala. — The app police have struck again.

An Alabama prosecutor posted a warning for parents about a photo-hiding app for smartphones — and her video went viral.
Pamela Casey, the district attorney for Blount County (population 58,000), published the warning on her office’s Facebook page.

It has attracted 1.4 million views since Tuesday.
Casey showed parents how to identify the app, Private Photo (Calculator%) on their children’s smartphones.

The app appears to be a simple calculator, but by punching in a code it can unlock a private photo album.
She urges parents in to look for Private Photo app on their children’s phones and demand to know their password if they find it.

Previously, Casey made videos urging parents to talk to their children about the danger of sexting.

The app is actually one of several that set up private photo albums under the guise of a calculator.

And of course Snapchat has become widely popular with its erasable photo messaging app.
Some of the comments on Casey’s Facebook page suggested her warning is somewhat late to the game, although many other comments were from parents thanking her for the heads up.

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