Never a dull moment

Observe - the goings-on in a one hour lunch meeting:

- The speaker is prattling on and on. Seriously, no one is really interested. Everyone is there for lunch, which is yet to arrive, and so there is a large amount of fidgeting going on. In walks this dude who just happens to be the Director, ignores the poor girl who is trying to explain the concepts of some research she has done (yes, I wasn't listening either ... I was busy reading the news), and loudly asks ... "WHATTT ?? NO LUNCH !!??!!"

- While I am in the middle of replying to some mails, I am constantly being interrupted by this *tikk* *tikk* kinda noise. I finally look up, only to see this woman in front of me busily clipping her frikkin nails, completely oblivious to the fact that not only is that highly impolite, but is grossly gross!!!

- Finally, lunch arrives ... and the poor speaker is all but forgotten. There is a mad rush to grab a box (I was the picture of decorum at this time, since the floor clerk - who likes me a lot ... coz I'm a wonderful person - informed me that she was just going to pick up some more boxes), which takes about 10 minutes or so; during which time the silly presenter is still boring all and sundry. Thankfully, someone picked up a box for her.

- To my right is this person who has a highly irritating laugh. It's really hard to describe ... firstly, it's not a "heh heh heh" or a "ho ho ho" or even a "ha ha ha" ... it's more of a "heehaw haawhee snort" kinda thing ... and second, he always laughs unnecessarily (Oh he is not here today because of a doctor's appointment ... heehaw hawhee snort), which bugs me even more. I think I have given him this look of "oh shut the fuck up that's not funny" many times, but I guess it gets buried in my sugary smile (yes I'm highly fake at work!), or perhaps he's totally dense. In any case, he turns to me, and points to the label on his box, enquiring what it says since he is apparently unable to read cursive writing! I decide to show off my extensive knowledge of "world food" and inform him that it's a chicken tamale. He stares at the box for a second, turns to me, "laughs" ... and says ... "Oooo, I thought it was female" !!!! I swear it took all my strength to keep from punching him.

What the hell is wrong with engineers?