#office drama

[gifs-of-puppets]

The Muppets (2015-2016)

[toyastales]

I would enjoy working from home more with an office like this!

[fkwmtzyy]

THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGG

[oni-official]

Dear Director,

I am writing to you regarding the rumor that it was Spartan-010 that walked into the plate glass door in the Office of Naval Intelligence lobby while wearing a full suit of MJOLNIR armor, destroying the door completely. We have heard that the only reason she is escaping punishment is due to her personal connection to Admiral Osman. This is unacceptable - if Spartan-010 was indeed responsible, we will have to issue an inter company recharge to her unit to cover the costs. Could you please confirm or deny this rumor? We have reached out to the admiral several times for comment and have been met with replies of “she’s busy” from her AI. Best regards, - ONI Accounts Commission

That this has to come directly to my desk is a damning indictment of ONI's post-service and political handling which I am unfortunately unable to address without the cooperation of the other Section Chiefs.

Official and low-clearance logs and records reflect that it was indeed Spartan-010 who walked into the door, though she did offer reimbursement to the staff present. Unfortunately, they sent her on her way, leading to the current situation. I can not officially speak as to her continued circumvention of Accounts, nor to Admiral Osman's involvement in this.

[goayda]

Going back to work after your holidays to find chaos...

[mbrainspaz]

Couldn’t even call me ‘woman’ to my non-binary face. 😂

Big bully man at work called a ‘meeting’ to berate me for sending him a mean text. Said mean text was: ‘hey man please get me this supply for work, unless you don’t want to in which case please tell me who I should request it from instead. Thanks.’

I’ve been hearing rumors for weeks that he’s been talking about how what I do isn’t ‘women’s’ work. He’s been getting in my way since I started this job, telling me I can’t do this or that. Idiot wouldn’t let me drive the tractor for 9 months because he threw a whole tantrum over it every time I tried. Shit hit the fan the other day when he told me I wasn’t allowed to fix the fence and I said ‘actually I can, and I will, but you can help if you want to.’ He tried some threats and left in a huff when that didn’t work, then called the boss. Luckily I’d had the foresight to get her to back me up first. I fixed the fence.

Generally when we need supplies we ask whoever this guy’s favorite worker of the week is, so that he’ll get what we need (otherwise he ignores us, everyone knows he’s petty and mean). So I asked his fave to get us some supplies and apparently she stupidly told him that it was my request. Then I heard he said I should ‘be a real woman’ and ask him directly for the supplies I needed. “Oh I’ll show him a real woman,” I said with flickers of hellfire in my black eyes. I sent him the offending text. Queue another instant meltdown. He dragged my manager and another coworker in to it too, poor things.

Him: I don’t like being talked to like that.

Me: oh you mean the way you’ve talked to me a hundred times over?

Then he went on a spluttering rant about how he wasn’t born yesterday and I said neither was I. He was trying the ‘hate stare’ on me the whole time and I gave it right back. I’ve been stared down by men that could send this guy running with a glance. I didn’t even shake. Meanwhile sweat was pouring off the manager’s face lol, and he was he biggest guy in the room.

I saw the bully man start to say something, think better of it, and go with ‘you need to grow up.’ Which honestly was so stupid I didn’t have a comeback. But I could tell he had the ‘grown woman’ line queued up and couldn’t quite send it. Not standing there in that small room looking up at me.

Hah. Little man. Little man watching me bat his hands away while he tries over and over again to take my power.

That shit doesn’t work on me anymore.

Still considering reaching out to HR to file something official since I don’t think my boss is taking any of this seriously. But you know how useless HR can be when it comes to harassment from male coworkers. We’ll see.

He said I’m not allowed to ask him for supplies anymore and I have to ask the manager instead, then got even angrier when I said “got it, I’ll ask the manager instead.” The man is fully deranged.

[itsanidiom]

I like the idea that every office BL is taking place inside the same office of some giant corporation just like...different departments

[black-ajah-hq]

Maybe Selene/Ishy didn't mention Semirhage bc she genuinely terrifies them...

[paralegal99]

Paralegal & legal assistant moodboard

[angleshades]

guy just trying to do his job while gay drama unfolds in the office

gif @expo63 @oscarwetnwilde

[pandavoxx]

IN THE OFFICE??!!

What is episode 9 even?????

[bankruptmagicuser]

The Chair Wars:

So after an abundance of broken chairs at my work, the boss bought a brand new one. And the others are so ✨feral✨ to protect it, they have begun The Chair Wars.

First was the hurled accusation that one who shall be known as M from here on out, had broken the three previous chairs.

So a note was posted on the new chair. Picture included. I thought it was petty but harmless.

It was not.

Next the chair was removed from our space and locked away by M, enraged by the attitude of the others.

A new note was posted.

Further escalation is expected. There are already bands of others forming who have pooled money to purchase their own chair that no one but themselves are allowed to rest in....

So far the war creeps ever onward and I am but a victim caught in its undertow....

ETA: found another note that might have explained the escalation:

[mikeyhasthoughts]

i would love to do my job but someone gave me read-only access to the files and i can’t fix that

[vintage-tigre]

[datamodel-of-disaster]

Working an office job is essentially like... voluntarily getting my leg caught in a beartrap because someone gives me money for it, and then trying my hardest to *not* gnaw off my leg in a desperate escape attempt because... I'm gonna need that leg. To get it caught in the bear trap again tomorrow. For money.

[sojutogo]

secret lovers au prompt:

There's a boxed-cupcake sitting innocently at the edge of Seungkwan's desk one Monday morning with nothing but a smiley written on the office-standard sticky note.

Now, weirder things have shown up on Seungkwan's desk considering he's employed in a very eccentric start-up where its CEOs show up to work in Hawaiian shirts and pastel pink khaki shorts and actually bonds with their employees (Seungkwan got caught in an impromptu Pilates class with the CFO last week and wow he's never looking the guy the same way ever again.) Needless to say, a cupcake with no sender is no big deal.

Seungkwan doesn't have to guess who sent it, though.

The blond gingerly picks up the pilfered stationery and despite having to work on the first day of the week at a god forsaken hour with only coffee as a breakfast substitute, a smile worms its way out of Seungkwan's face.

“Ooooh, got an admirer?”

Jihyo sidles up beside Seungkwan while carrying a box's worth of paper work in her arms which she unceremoniously dumps on her desk.

“I don't know,” Seungkwan lies. “Might just be a prank by the founders.”

Jihyo shrugs as she grabs her swivel chair and plops on it with the ease of a five-year old office worker that's so close to being promoted into the top leagues. Seungkwan can feel it, Jihyo's going to get that promotion and as her desk mate for two years, Seungkwan will milk her joy for what its worth through copious amounts of jokbal and beer.

Seungkwan listened enough to her woes, he thinks it's high time for some consolation.

“Just don't forget to keep it under wraps, the higher-ups don't like fraternizing.”

And of course like Mondays are known for its proverbial character of being shitty as fuck, Seungkwan's mood dampens.

“This is nothing,” he laughs awkwardly and slips the sticky note at the back pocket of his pants away from Jihyo's hawk-like eyes, “It's probably just a prank.”

Seungkwan goes back to the paper work he left last Friday with a sigh.

The cupcake still in its kraft box, burns a hole in Seungkwan's desk.

-

“Did you like the cup–” Is how Mingyu greets him when they chance upon each other on the printing room.

Which is a lie when the two of them had meticulously studied their shifts and breaks to find a window of time where they can be in a room together and still look inconspicuous. They found out that Mondays at 2:30 PM while Seungkwan is off to printer duty for Jihyo and Mingyu is on his way to collect the reports he had printed earlier at 8:20 AM for his boss was their best shot if they ever want this dating thing to work without risking a flag from HR.

Out of all the things this company could ban, like maybe vaping in the damn cafeteria, they decided that their employees cannot live happy and fulfilled lives. Which, is to be expected from corporate but Seungkwan was hinging on the fact that they'd be different when he first got in for an interview and received a complimentary glass of Pinot Grigio afterwards.

Like what company does that besides theirs?

But as it stands, the dating-ban had been stated as early as when their company's first founder took out a loan from his Mom and built the company up with his bare hands and sleep deprivation and it seemed like it was going to stay.

Now, it's not like everyone follows the rule since Seungkwan knows a couple of employees fucking like rabbits in one of the conference rooms in the seventh floor but its pretty understood to keep things clandestine.

Which means absolutely no mystery cupcakes in Seungkwan's desk.

“Did you like them at least?” Mingyu asks, tall frame drooping like he's one of Seungkwan's dramatic houseplants he sometimes forgets to water. “I baked them myself.”

Now, if you put it like that it's quite hard to be mad at Mingyu especially when his metaphorical dog ears are pinned at the back of his head.

Seungkwan feels like he kicked a puppy, god damn it.

“I–” he sighs before looking around and when he sees that no one's actually paying attention to them, grabs Mingyu's hand and laces them together. “I loved it, thank you.”

The joy is instant on Mingyu's face and despite earlier's hiccup, Seungkwan finds himself smiling back.

“I'm sorry I wasn't discreet,” Mingyu mumbles as he tightens his hold on Seungkwan's hand. They're standing far apart to make it look like they're just a pair of employees talking but close enough to touch, “I'll leave the cupcakes at your door, next time.”

“Woah, getting bold now are we?” Seungkwan laughs as he squeezes Mingyu's hand back, “At least take me out on a date first!”

“Tomorrow after work?” Mingyu asks as they break apart when someone starts walking in the room.

Seungkwan, still feeling the warmth of Mingyu's hand on his own, mirrors the younger's smile.

“Yes, Mr. Kim. I'll have the files ready by 6:30 PM.”