Co-workers selling crap at work

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The stupid people where I work are always selling crap. I'm sick of it. It's always total tacky junk and they make you feel like an asshole if you don't buy it. This probably doesn't deserve it's own thread.

― Bryan (Bryan), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:09 (twenty-two years ago)

They are trying to sell you crap? Like cheese and sausage for their kid's school fundraiser or Girl Scout Cookies, or what?

Man if one of my coworkers tried to sell me something that didn't taste good... I'd start a thread about it too. Fuckers.

― martin m. (mushrush), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:12 (twenty-two years ago)

It's always good to sell chocolate bars and Girl Guide cookies! But I can do without all the other junk (candles, Tupperware, crafts, lingerie, etc) that my colleagues peddle.

― Jodi (Celerina), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Jodi is OTM.

― luna (luna.c), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:15 (twenty-two years ago)

People here generally sell stuff that's pretty worthy of buying; in the past 6 months or so I've bought a stoneware baking pot, 2 really excellent chocolate bars, like 12 boxes of Girl Scout cookies, and an electric crockpot.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:15 (twenty-two years ago)

yeah, fundraising is okay.
second job selling should be a firable offence.

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:16 (twenty-two years ago)

People sell lingerie at work?

― hstencil, Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:16 (twenty-two years ago)

They sell shit like little butterflies to hang in your window and frozen pizzas and shit. Never anything good like cookies! WHY AM I SO FUCKING BITTER!??!?!? **cry for help**

― Bryan (Bryan), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:17 (twenty-two years ago)

Man, bring useless shit (or garbage or whatever) to work. When they approach you about buying something, offer to trade them instead. Or get really serious and barter with them. Eventually they'll just leave you alone.

― martin m. (mushrush), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:19 (twenty-two years ago)

Man, bring useless shit (or garbage or whatever) to work. When they approach you about buying something, offer to trade them instead.
that's beautiful

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:20 (twenty-two years ago)

I'll trade them some SHIT FROM MY ASS next time they ask.

― Bryan (Bryan), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:24 (twenty-two years ago)

as opposed to the shit from somewhere else?

― hstencil, Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:25 (twenty-two years ago)

BOING!

― Bryan (Bryan), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:26 (twenty-two years ago)

second-job/amway style selling should be and in many cases is a fireable offence. I'm only slightly less harsh on fundraising, though. I hate parents who bring in their catalogs of worthless shit their kids are selling. It's such a scam. I tell them I vote for every school bond issue.

― teeny (teeny), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:29 (twenty-two years ago)

People sell lingerie at work, sort of. Some of the ladies in my office host those special home parties with lingerie and other bedroom accessories.

― Jodi (Celerina), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:32 (twenty-two years ago)

― Chris P (Chris P), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:51 (twenty-two years ago)

Sigh. One more time:

― Chris P (Chris P), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:51 (twenty-two years ago)

― Chris P (Chris P), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:52 (twenty-two years ago)

I don't even want to buy cookies. I spend like $40 on fucking cookies that I don't even eat and leave out on my desk for the morons in my office who I hate universally to eat. It's not right.

― Ally (mlescaut), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:55 (twenty-two years ago)

The only thing co-workers have ever tried to sell me is charity raffle tickets. Americans are weird.

I did buy a feather duvet from some woman who just appeared in the office though. I don't know who let her in.

― N. (nickdastoor), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 16:58 (twenty-two years ago)

People who spend half their time at work selling shit for their kids' school trips/band equipment/playground and griping about italways seem to be the ones pushing for tax cuts. As if there isn't a connection.

― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 17:01 (twenty-two years ago)

I have the opposite problem. The people at my office are always trying to get me to sell them stuff - they even try to buy things that I'm actually in the act of, you know, wearing! (I sometimes make jewelry) It's to the point where I almost never even wear my own stuff now. People is nutz.

― Kim (Kim), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 20:45 (twenty-two years ago)

We had an active drug trade going on in my office for a while.

― Let's ungoogle my name shall we (mlescaut), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 20:46 (twenty-two years ago)

dude they should totally legalize weed but make it so that only licensed public school music students are licensed to sell it. Bring a new meaning to the epithet "band fag." Can I legislate that in my nation-state?

― Millar (Millar), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 21:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Yeah, probably.

― Ally (mlescaut), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 21:31 (twenty-two years ago)

Last office I worked in they used to give out stuff for free but you had to comment on it the next day to decide if they'd use it in their shops. It was always food. I worked in their marketing department. I had to sit and listen to them try and rhyme words with meal, "seal? feel? heel? reel?". How about deal? "oh my god deal of course, thats magnificent, meal deal, we've really surpassed ourselves this time".

― Ronan (Ronan), Tuesday, 20 May 2003 21:36 (twenty-two years ago)

My dad gets this at work with raffle tickets. He used to be guilt tripped into buying them, until the time he tried to sell tickets and only one person bought them. Now he uses the "screw y'all, you never bought MY tix" line on everyone even though this was five years ago. On a different tack, we sometimes have salespeople come into our shop to try to sell us wholesale gift-boxed junk, I told one guy that "we're not allowed to buy things while we're working." This worked great but the next time it happened our boss was working with me that day and she bought stuff and fucked up my great excuse.

― Poppy (poppy), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 05:15 (twenty-two years ago)

I bought some tea light candles from the receptionist. They were the cheapest item in her catalog. I didn't buy any tupperware from her though.

― Sarah MclUsky (coco), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 19:52 (twenty-two years ago)

The co-worker selling the stupid butterflies asked me how many I was going to buy in a threatening tone.

― Bryan (Bryan), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 19:53 (twenty-two years ago)

Tell her you'll buy 2 in a threatening tone, and 2 in a pleasant, inoffensive tone, perhaps lavender.

― oops (Oops), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Actually, I told her to bugger off, then she hissed at me.

― Bryan (Bryan), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:09 (twenty-two years ago)

How do you sell butterflies at work?

― teeny (teeny), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:31 (twenty-two years ago)

Yeah. Butterflies are free.

― Jodi (Celerina), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:32 (twenty-two years ago)

They're plastic or something. Or they're like those fucking things you bake in the oven and then hang in your window... FUCK!

― Bryan (Bryan), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:34 (twenty-two years ago)

I remember a while back everyone had these two-foot painted plywood butterflies attached to the front of their house back in Brandon. It was the creepiest thing I'd ever seen.

― Sean Carruthers (SeanC), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:38 (twenty-two years ago)

These fuckers are smaller, like 5 inches wide. I remember those house butterflies. Half the fucking houses in Green Acres had them.

― Bryan (Bryan), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:47 (twenty-two years ago)

What is being the point of those? In Arizona, there was this person who had a little ceramic donkey in front of his house. I was totally convinced it was real when I first saw it. Why I thought donkeys came in 12" varieties, I'm not entirely sure. Or sombrero0wearing varieties.

― Ally (mlescaut), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:48 (twenty-two years ago)

That's why I always used to call it Happy Acres, it was like an asylum without guards or nurses.

― Sean Carruthers (SeanC), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:48 (twenty-two years ago)

All the people who have set up shop at my work have been selling things that they made - candles and glassware seems to feature strongly - which I find quite touching: there's a pleasant kind of pride in evidence.

I wonder if this kind of trade refers to a human instinct bringing together creativity and community, the gain being in the recognition rather than the profit.

― Judge Mentalist (Judge Mentalist), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:49 (twenty-two years ago)

All I know, bub, is that it PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF.

Ok. Deep breath taken. I know what you mean. If I had a daughter and she made something pretty and she wanted to make a few bux off it, I'd be out on the corner with my ghetto blaster calling out to people "HEY YOU WITH THE FACE!" 'n' shit.

― Bryan (Bryan), Wednesday, 21 May 2003 20:54 (twenty-two years ago)

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