Someone in the work place who has no idea what they are doing in any way, shape, or form. They claim to have vast knowledge, but insist on doing nothing and demand that others do their work for them. This person has no social skills whatsoever. Somehow the conversation always gets back to talking about how cool they think they are. They walk around clutching the end of their sleeves nervously, and are content to waste time doing anything but work. All they care about is kissing ass and taking other people's ideas.
They are the Papa Murphy's of the workplace. Mediocre in every way, and yet still gets paid.
A seemingly supernatural force that produces misfortune equal parts preposterous, humiliating, and calamitous. To be Murphied is to somehow have this force visited upon you, rendering you a tragicomical schmuck. To Murphy is to somehow direct this force at an opponent, thereby rendering the opponent a tragicomical schmuck.
As a sports journalist, I cannot recall a worse Murphying than that visited upon the opposing quarterback, whose game-losing interception was returned for a touchdown, after which the defensive back performed a tasteless victory celebration that simulated oral sex with the quarterback's elderly mother, who never imagined that a front row seat would perfectly situate her for such a humiliation.