My coworker does this too. Videos, messages, his fucking doorbell. I work from home now so it can’t bother me anymore, but idk how our boss can stand being in the same room as him.
He was playing a video during a teams meeting the other day and everyone could hear it. He didn’t stop when called out on it (boss wasn’t there that day), and the person leading the meeting literally said, “how does he keep getting unmuted?”
I snuck meds into cheese for my dog one time, and she is now forever suspicious of any and all cheese whether it’s cubed, shredded, sliced, whatever.
I’m also going to need some elbow room in case I need to dodge anything.
No no no, I have it on good authority that it is hammer time.
My eyesight is atrocious. One time I was out in a notable windstorm, I stumbled, and my glasses got ripped off my face. I would have been absolutely fuckered if I’d been alone. They’d gotten blown under a car and I never would have found them by myself.
Just because someone is unsuccessful in killing you doesn’t mean it’s okay that they continue to try though.
They might just be happy every day that we’re not being invaded.