So, I’ve made it to the 8th floor now. Its actually pretty sweet. Brighter light, no views of the smog, and I actually have bigger windows to look out of now. I’m thinking great, no worries. But the cubicle world has reared its ugly head. And attached to it....is the dude I’ve ranted about in a previous post. Yes, the little guy whose social graces didn’t get off the boat. That luggage must be on cruise ship somewhere off the left coast of Alaska by now. And the bad part about the cubicle? Well, This guy, This guy, This Guy! Loves and I mean Loves to Read OUT LOUD? Are you kidding me? STFU.......And its not like he’s reading some sort of novel or literary work here. It’s a patent about rocket surgery or some bs. I’m thinking mind coma by 11:15. The worst part, there is a thin layer of balsa wood between me and this guy. But I’m ok. I’m the king of clearing my throat in that awkward manner in which it speaks...”Shut up, or I will shut you up”
Yeah, I know ...Patience Prudence.....but I think I'm allowed one good WTF a week.
