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GenetiKing
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A particular coworker of mine NEVER quits talking.
EVER
It beats anything I've ever seen. She externalizes and vocalizes every thought that crosses her brain. She really should be studied or something. She is such a nice person and I love her like an aunt but, my GOD! I can't so much as walk past her desk on the way to the pisser without getting sucked into her verbal tractorbeam.
And then I have to stand there for 20 minutes listening to her rattle on about the bird in the bushes outside her house before work this morning or about how funny rabbits' tails look or how she just loves her new pen or how she likes peppers or some other trivial, mundane pile of bullshit.
So, since I'm a nice guy...I stand there and politely nod my head in little "yup, I know whatcha mean" nods while my mind valiantly struggles to actually pay attention to what she's saying instead of stabbing myself in my left eyeball with my ballpoint.
The worst is when she gets all of her work done and comes into my office. I'm either A) doing paperwork B) crunching numbers C) reading or D) posting on his website. All of these require some brainpower and concentration to varying degrees.
The only way I have been able to actually write this much in a post is because she is out of the office right now.
None of the above activities can be completed while someone is relentlessly attacking me with statements about her neighbors hedges or pizza with too much pepperoni or funny shaped coffee makers.
And this shit is every 30 seconds or so. I can't so much as have a peaceful thought to myself without being interrupted.
And she's here with me until closing today. Just us two.
Please help me kill myself. At my immediate diposal are: a stapler, some paperclips, a calendar, a computer, a deskpad, some tape, some pens, some folders, and an adding machine.
Thanks.
EVER
It beats anything I've ever seen. She externalizes and vocalizes every thought that crosses her brain. She really should be studied or something. She is such a nice person and I love her like an aunt but, my GOD! I can't so much as walk past her desk on the way to the pisser without getting sucked into her verbal tractorbeam.
And then I have to stand there for 20 minutes listening to her rattle on about the bird in the bushes outside her house before work this morning or about how funny rabbits' tails look or how she just loves her new pen or how she likes peppers or some other trivial, mundane pile of bullshit.
So, since I'm a nice guy...I stand there and politely nod my head in little "yup, I know whatcha mean" nods while my mind valiantly struggles to actually pay attention to what she's saying instead of stabbing myself in my left eyeball with my ballpoint.
The worst is when she gets all of her work done and comes into my office. I'm either A) doing paperwork B) crunching numbers C) reading or D) posting on his website. All of these require some brainpower and concentration to varying degrees.
The only way I have been able to actually write this much in a post is because she is out of the office right now.
None of the above activities can be completed while someone is relentlessly attacking me with statements about her neighbors hedges or pizza with too much pepperoni or funny shaped coffee makers.
And this shit is every 30 seconds or so. I can't so much as have a peaceful thought to myself without being interrupted.
And she's here with me until closing today. Just us two.
Please help me kill myself. At my immediate diposal are: a stapler, some paperclips, a calendar, a computer, a deskpad, some tape, some pens, some folders, and an adding machine.
Thanks.
