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Cubicle farm blues
Nov. 28th, 2006 06:25 pmI'm sitting at my desk, and I'm fine.
I'm chugging along, trying to make up the time I lost reading Sparrington this afternoon.
I'm fine.
And then suddenly, I'm not fine. I'm not OK. I'm not OK, because it is 6:17pm and there are STILL PEOPLE FUCKING TALKING IN THE HALLWAY TEN FEET AWAY FROM MY HEAD.
There are people talking in the loud girl's office RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. There are people talking in the publicity cubes 20 feet to my right. There are people talking in COPYEDIT, right behind me. The only people who *aren't* talking are the folks to my left, and that's because they're smart and they left the office already before I could KILL THEM.
WHY DO PEOPLE NEVER SHUT UP? AND WHY AM I EXPECTED TO SIT IN AN OPEN BAY, ALL DAY LONG WITH PEOPLE WALKING BY THE HIGHLY TRAFFICKED HALLWAY THAT I FACE -- LOOKING AT ME AND MAKING CHITCHAT WITH ME AND LOOKING AT ME AND THEN LOOKING AT ME SOME MORE -- WHY AM I EXPECTED TO GET ANY OF MY FUCKING WORK DONE IN THIS ENVIRONMENT? WHO THOUGHT THAT THIS LAYOUT WAS A GOOD IDEA? WHO THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AWESOME TO PUT THE EASILY DISTRACTED, HIGH-STRUNG GIRL WITH PURPLE FUCKING HAIR IN A SPOT WHERE THE ENTIRE OFFICE PASSES BY HER ON THEIR WAY TO STINKING UP THE TOO-SMALL BATHROOM WITH THEIR MORNING SHITS?
WHY ARE PEOPLE MAKING FUCKING CHITCHAT WITH EACH OTHER AT 6:22 PM ON A TUESDAY? IF YOU HAVE TIME TO MAKE CHITCHAT IN THE OFFICE RIGHT NOW YOU HAVE TIME TO GO HOME AND MAKE CHITCHAT IN YOUR HOME WHERE I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
I'm really fine. Just, sometimes... sometimes I want some fucking peace and quiet. This is why I come in late and work late. This is why I routinely stay in the office until 7:30 or 8:30 or 9:30. It's because -- guess what?! it's EASIER FOR ME TO WORK WHEN YOU AREN'T SHOUTING LAUGHTER IN MY EAR, JACKASS.
ETA: better now. I made the awesomely intelligent move of going home.
I'm chugging along, trying to make up the time I lost reading Sparrington this afternoon.
I'm fine.
There are people talking in the loud girl's office RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. There are people talking in the publicity cubes 20 feet to my right. There are people talking in COPYEDIT, right behind me. The only people who *aren't* talking are the folks to my left, and that's because they're smart and they left the office already before I could KILL THEM.
WHY DO PEOPLE NEVER SHUT UP? AND WHY AM I EXPECTED TO SIT IN AN OPEN BAY, ALL DAY LONG WITH PEOPLE WALKING BY THE HIGHLY TRAFFICKED HALLWAY THAT I FACE -- LOOKING AT ME AND MAKING CHITCHAT WITH ME AND LOOKING AT ME AND THEN LOOKING AT ME SOME MORE -- WHY AM I EXPECTED TO GET ANY OF MY FUCKING WORK DONE IN THIS ENVIRONMENT? WHO THOUGHT THAT THIS LAYOUT WAS A GOOD IDEA? WHO THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AWESOME TO PUT THE EASILY DISTRACTED, HIGH-STRUNG GIRL WITH PURPLE FUCKING HAIR IN A SPOT WHERE THE ENTIRE OFFICE PASSES BY HER ON THEIR WAY TO STINKING UP THE TOO-SMALL BATHROOM WITH THEIR MORNING SHITS?
WHY ARE PEOPLE MAKING FUCKING CHITCHAT WITH EACH OTHER AT 6:22 PM ON A TUESDAY? IF YOU HAVE TIME TO MAKE CHITCHAT IN THE OFFICE RIGHT NOW YOU HAVE TIME TO GO HOME AND MAKE CHITCHAT IN YOUR HOME WHERE I CAN'T HEAR YOU.
I'm really fine. Just, sometimes... sometimes I want some fucking peace and quiet. This is why I come in late and work late. This is why I routinely stay in the office until 7:30 or 8:30 or 9:30. It's because -- guess what?! it's EASIER FOR ME TO WORK WHEN YOU AREN'T SHOUTING LAUGHTER IN MY EAR, JACKASS.
ETA: better now. I made the awesomely intelligent move of going home.
