well apparently, the guy in the office next to me thinks he's a DJ, cause he's BLASTING his music. i can hear it through the walls if i shut my door. and the woman he's incessantly flirting with has the voice of sandpaper on a blackboard. My ears are bleeding.
and i'm trying to WRITE. it's a zoo... i'm going to the gym.
i did finally put it on, but i could still hear their music. So now i had MY music in my ears, their music, voices, cursing, etc, and I was trying to write.
Tomorrow i'm going to grab a laptop and work in a conference room.
i did finally put it on, but i could still hear their music. So now i had MY music in my ears, their music, voices, cursing, etc, and I was trying to write.