Getting All Judgey-Pants
I hate getting all judgey-pants, but I almost feel obligated to say something when someone runs 20 feet to catch an open elevator in my building, and then has to catch her breath once she gets into it - while she’s holding a greasy bag from Wendy’s.
I hate getting all judgey-pants twice, but I also feel obligated to say something when a co-worker who spends nearly as much time standing outside smoking as working has a hacking cough attack for 30 seconds while on the phone with me.
Oh, who am I kidding? I love getting all judgey-pants.
This entry was posted on Thursday, September 13th, 2007 at 1:27 pm and is filed under Life at Work. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
September 13th, 2007 at 2:14 pm
keith says:do judges actually wear pants under those robes?
September 13th, 2007 at 7:59 pm
Bethy says:Judgeypantsness is always more entertaining than nonjudgeypantsness.
Now I’m gonna go smoke a ciggie and eat me a Big Mac.
September 13th, 2007 at 8:53 pm
keith says:just realized my url has been f/u for all my comments.
damn you autofill! damn you to heck!
September 14th, 2007 at 11:17 am
Val says:are you getting all judgey because she ran to catch the open elevator…holding you up or because she was winded from the run…because you could be peeved by both equally or one peeve action could have added fire to the other peeve action
September 14th, 2007 at 1:37 pm
Amy in StL says:I love getting all judgeypants too! Especially at fat people in sensible shoes who complain because they just missed the elevator and then when they catch it, only go up one floor.
September 20th, 2007 at 6:55 am
jason says:There’s a woman here that sounds like she has kennel cough. All. Day.