How to get someone to f**k off away from your desk and let you work

THE key office skillset is not implementing core competencies or working the printer. It’s persuading twats to piss off back to their twat desks with twat bobbleheads on. Say this: 

“I’m afraid this is urgent”

You work in middle management; what you’re doing cannot therefore be vital. Before Carly came over prattling bullshit you were Googling Natascha McElhone, but now you urgently need to answer an email. She doesn’t know it’s from your son’s school warning of a ringworm outbreak as you furiously type a reply.

“I’ve just got to put these on” 

Today’s headphone-happy office is a gift for avoiding conversation, but is it rude to put them on when Phil’s mid-anecdote about seeing a 1977 Alfa Romeo spider on the A134? Not at all. Pretend it’s just a physical process, like a snail retracting into its shell, and smile brightly. He’ll carry on talking. His anecdote’s for him, really.

“Let me just hammer the keys like it’s a John Bonham drum solo” 

Drowning your interlocutor out not with business but sheer noise. Bang away at that keyboard as if you can raise a Cardiff industrial stapler import business to the FTSE 100 by force alone. Sweat like a hacker in a 90s movie. Add a single tear at the eloquence of your invoice if you must. Don’t just type ‘piss off piss off piss off’.

“Hang on a sec while I place the final brick in my stationery fort” 

Gradually build a wall between yourself and Gina, who is getting married in 2028 and talks about it all day every day. Beginning with a few notebooks, build a fortification that even the the most erect office meerkat can’t see over, and place the final ream of A4 in it like Roger Waters in The Wall. 

“If you’ll excuse me I must vomit copiously” 

Begin convulsing as Andreas begins explaining the important of adhering to ISO 9001 standards. By two minutes in, you should be giving it the full John Hurt in Alien. Jackknife to the ground and thrash. He should leave. If not, remember snogging him at the 2022 Christmas do and start retching for real.

“Sorry, can you quickly f**k off?” 

Channel those ‘communication skills’ you claimed to have on your CV. Explain diplomatically that right now is not good for you because you have a job. You want Kelly to feel listened to, so it would be great if we could reschedule this for another time when you’re not here.

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Funny ties, and other Father's Day gifts now made sadly obsolete

TOKEN gifts for fathers were so easy in times gone by, when a Simpsons tie did the job perfunctorily enough for no messy emotions to be bared on either side. These were adequate: 

Wallets

He already had a wallet, obviously, fat with B&Q receipts for stuff he might yet return. But still a sturdy leather receptacle was an acceptable gift, the pocket equivalent of a stag’s head on the wall but more functional than whiskey stones or whatever performative crap a quick Google search throws up. Dad would use it until bought a replacement 22 years later.

Quirky ties

As a serious office-working man, a wacky tie – ‘wacky’ meaning here ‘more than two colours’ was a way to show Dad was an individual, a father, a man who loved. He wore it twice, but anyway. Now fathers work from home in jogging pants and don’t even wear ties on weekly trips to the office, his tie collection is only good for light, playful bondage.

A diary

Dads like organising, don’t they? Why else would they arrange days out nobody enjoyed? So he was no doubt thrilled by his annual academic diary gift to write ‘Pub quiz’ in every Wednesday. However, diaries are dead, apps rule and suggesting someone get their shit together is no longer socially acceptable.

Gadgets

A wind-up torch? A laser spirit level? Once your father would thrill to such a device. But tech bros, subscriptions and endless f**king apps have stolen the once humble Dad gadget’s charm. Nobody now wants a toaster they control by waving a hand because they’re already busy telling Alexa to go f**k herself.

Novelty alarm clocks

Remember when you could buy people a unique, personal way to start their day that wasn’t a night’s worth of ragebait on the internet? A talking Wallace & Gromit alarm clock to wake them with a smile? You remember Dad almost grunting in acknowledgement, so pleased he was with it. Now it’s all bloody phones.

DVDs

For a good 20 years, picking something generic and male from the racks at HMV solves all Father’s Day problems. Whether Zulu or Minority Report, The Town or The Expendables 3, he’d probably get around to watching it. Streaming’s taken that away. You could get a Funko Pop of his favourite film character, if you were prepared to sink that low.