Vanquishing workplace yawns and boredom with infinity helpful bomb threats: today's TERRIBLE advice
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Duncan asks
I'm bored af at work but I'm stuck here for another 9 hours. What do?
My answer
My standard anti-boredom go-to is to phone your own workplace with a series of helpful bomb threats. Each bangier than the last. Be incredibly specific about which regions of your workplace structure shall perish upon bomb detonation. Jet fuel totally melts steel beams, etc.
Don't forget to disguise your voice! Trust me, I learned that shit the hard way.
Original: https://mikeyclarke.co.nz/blog/2021/11/vanquishing-workplace-yawns-and-boredom-with-infinity-helpful-bomb-threats-todays-terrible-advice
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Lol, definitely a good idea to disguise your voice, for sure! 🤣🤣🤣