Work
Corporate jargon addicts, reply-all enthusiasts, and meeting terrorists.
Nothing says teamwork like a professionally formatted threat.
This fucking guy starts every reply with 'per my last email.'
He has never once solved a problem, but he has mastered the passive-aggressive subject line and a four-paragraph recap nobody asked for.
He has weaponized delay into a management philosophy.
This fucking guy circles back so often he should be studied by NASA.
He contributes nothing concrete, says 'great question' three times, and somehow schedules another meeting to avoid making a single decision.
He believes every calendar update deserves a company-wide response.
This fucking guy replies all just to say 'thanks.'
Someone sends a note to 48 people and he jumps in with 'thanks!' like the rest of us were all starving for one more notification.
Forty-five minutes, twelve attendees, one sentence of value.
This fucking guy scheduled a meeting for something that fit in one sentence.
He books your entire afternoon to read a spreadsheet out loud, then ends with 'I'll send the notes' like he just rescued the quarter.
Work pages work best when the offending move is obvious in one sentence and specific enough that a stranger can picture the whole scene immediately.