The fuckwit factor

Working in an office has got to be one of the most uninspiring jobs known to man (or Woman).

Everyday it gets harder and harder to get out bed in the morning because I know I've got eight hours of the same routine to look forward to. Each day the same colleagues phone me up with the same problems. Namely:

1. My printer won't print - It's not switched on.

2. My printer's run out of ink - they've drank it.

3. My computers crashed, - Into their head when I get hold of them

4. The fax machine's broke - No, It's just run out of paper.

5. My mouse won't work - Because they've put it up their arse

6. I can't get on the Internet, - That's a good thing.

7. My computers crashed again - They never learn

8. My computer's slow - But not as slow as they are.

The people who phone me with these problems have all been working for this company for 10 years. You would think that after showing them how to fix these issues on numerous occasions they might have retained some of these helpful information, but I guess I'm not taking the Fuckwit factor into account.

The Fuckwit factor (similar to the X factor but without the singing) gives us the opportunity to identify those people who shouldn't breed. We all know of at least one fuckwit who may be a genuinely nice person but who would be doing more harm than good if they had offspring.

p.s. I know the picture has nothing to do with office workers but I thought my readers might like to see it.

enjoy.