|Dear fellow occupant of the veal farm,
||[Jul. 10th, 2008|04:04 pm]
Dear co-worker, |
Here we are, right next to each other in tiny cubes, separated by only a thin partition covered in fabric. Or worse, you may across from me...only a tiny aisle...
You may find the sound of your speed dial on speakerphone soothing and musical. I do NOT. I'm fortunate enough to be surrounded by real music the rest of my day and by comparison the "boop-boop-bip-beep-beep" at high speed, usually ended by the crashing of you picking up the phone makes me freaking nuts.
Sweet Cheese of Jesus, you're going to pick up the phone ANYWAY. If I'm going to have to listen to the dialing, you can at least let me eavesdrop on the conversation.