prisoner

I really hate it when coworkers hold me prisoner.

You know, it's when they stand next to your desk and tell you all about their lame-ass weekend activities. You really couldn't care less how their weekend was, but there they are telling you all about it. You're sitting, they're standing, they're droning on, you're pretending to listen, faking a pleasant look on your face. What you're really thinking is, "How the fuck do I make them stop?" You can't just get up and walk away. You cant turn back to your computer suddenly and pretend to be composing an important email. The only thing that can save you is the boss, a fire alarm, or perhaps a sudden urge to pee. Of course, if the boss comes it spells doom because he's probably going to make you do some actual work. That sudden urge to pee is a bit girly and a little too much on the TMI front. So your only recourse, really, is the fire alarm.

I am praying for a 5 alarm fire. It's going to ring, any second now...