I saw a story on Yahoo news about annoying habits people have at work, and I'm curious how I stack up. Let's have a look . . .
I think I'm okay here. I mean, my odor isn't offensive or anything. I will say that when I play basketball in the morning, I don't have time to shower so I smell like Axe Body Spray, which is kinda douchey - but not offensive.Topping the list among men, 41% are turned off by co-workers' body odor. Nearly as many women think their colleagues could do better in the hygiene department, about 38%.
Women are most likely to be annoyed when another steals credit for their ideas. This peeve is number one on the list for 41% of all women (and 36% of men). Perhaps because younger employees are less likely to speak up for themselves on the job, 44% of 18-34 year-olds, both men and women, say this is really ticks them off.I don't do this at work. I have, however, been listening to a lot of sports radio lately and pawning off opinions of the radio guys as my own. Terrible, right?
What's another common complaint? Not surprisingly, given the lack of privacy in most workplaces, about a third of workers (33% of women and 31% of men) are irked by hearing a colleague's loud, personal telephone conversations.I try not to do a whole lot of this. To me, that's kind of a no-no. Wait, maybe I'm not as annoying as I thought . . .
According to the survey, the lunchroom is a minefield of annoying behaviors. Men and women are equally aggrieved when someone swipes their food out of the office refrigerator-27% report this is their biggest complaint. And, if you were thinking of eating that onion pizza or garlicky meatball sub on the job, perhaps you should save it for the weekend. It will seriously gross out 13% of your male and 12% of your female colleagues.Come on, man! Rifling other people's sack lunches out of the fridge? I don't do that, but I do "borrow" some hot sauce if there is some in there. I don't like to eat stinky stuff at work. That's horrible.
I'm very, very annoying at the bar, but I'm okay at work, as it turns out. At the bar I dance like an idiot, I poke you in the ribs thirty times to tell you something, I scream loudly to stuff I don't even like (see Bon Jovi), I buy the round of gross shots you don't want, and I call you a sissy when you try to go home because I want more drinking buddies around to make me feel a little less like a pathetic loser.
But yeah, at work I'm totally not annoying.