How should I deal with co-workers when they start telling me about their ugly, talentless children?

go to one of those anti-womens choice groups, get a bunch of those fake pictures of supposedly aborted (late term), mangled kids, and put them in photo frames on your desk. whenever they start talking about their brats, just make up a story that is almost the same, clutch the picture, and start rocking back and forth (crying a little if possible) until they don't want to talk to you.

You mean that was not apple juice? Uh, oh....

I say develop one of your annoying hobbies and share it incessantly.

Night photos of moths taken without a flash.

The story of the 500 most interesting shaped rocks you found at the quarry.

The details of a stitch you dropped early in a knitting project but did not notice until later, including a detailed description of unknitting the cloth to fix it.

Bad poetry. (warning, if they are persistent you may grow to like inflicting this one)

In order for it to actually be social reprogramming though, you must wait until they do something you do not like (sharing boring stories) then dominate the conversation until they show signs of physical discomfort or eye twitch.

This may not be easy, but you must be consistent. Remember "tough love" it hard for both sides, but will benefit you in the end.

They may be ugly but did you try picturing them with BBQ sauce?

Just imagine how they would taste with a cold beer after work.

See R&S does help us in dealing with such nonsense.

You could just respond how your 67th boyfriend has got a C- in his last oral exam. Shock and Awe with pics will deter 99% of coworkers and leave the ones you want to know better.

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That's such a shame that those people focus on such boring things about their children. I'm always bragging about how street smart my kid is such as "after some little boy took her toy, she called him an a hole and clocked him in the head with a train, then got sent to the principal's office, I lmao". Everyone is always very entertained and can't wait for the next day to see if I have anymore stories!!!

Talentless? You want to talk about talentless? You don't know the meaning of the word, girlie-girl! I'll have you know that I have to face a weekend block party in which ALL the chubby and untalented tween brats on the block will be putting on a "show" to "entertain" us!!! And you have the nerve to tell me about your troubles?!?! My 12 y.o., The- Supremely-Untalented-Tween-Of-Them-All, has written a song for the occasion and, try as I might, I seem unable to bring on a fatal heart attack by running down the block naked and screaming in the middle of the night and none of the cops who live on my block (there are three of them) will arrest me or let me be arrested by anyone else so I can get out of it! And you tell ME the YOU have troubles? I DON'T THINK SO!!!!

My Brent just got a 96 on his spelling test, wanna see it?

Seriously, though, if these are people you see every day, all day, then just grin and bear it.

If they're people you only see occasionally, then glance at your watch, make up an excuse, and flee.

Good luck, and the link below is to a webpage about "How To Deal With Annoying Co-Workers"...

Whip out a bunch of bad pictures of your dog and start going on and on about how smart it is for not pottying in the house, much, anymore and tell them every little detail about it's last fecal exam.

That's what I do! Works like a charm.

Well, perhaps telling them to try and point out something positive may change their tune and make them think a bit about the kinder side of life in general.

I don't know about you, Toast. You're just not in tune with most women. Most women (in my experience, anyway) love to hear and to tell stories about children. Their own children... The children of friends... The children of complete strangers...

You're like a guy, sort of. In my experience, most guys don't want to hear ANY stories about ANYONE's children, unless those stories involve blood, profanity, or some kind of an explosion. And that's why I love you and would like you be be Hannah's backup if things don't work out between me and her.

Ohgawd I absofreakinglutley hate it when co-workers bore me with any stories especially the ones about their underachievers. I just walk away and they usually get the hint that I really don't care about them or their rodents.