I sit next to a girl at work who talks way too loud and way too much. Over the past five months or so I’ve been amazed and disgusted at the nonsense that comes out of her mouth. In cubicle land there is no escape. I put on headphones and listen to music but I can never completely block her out. After all, I need to hear my phone ring etc…
Sometime back in March I decided to jot down some of these precious gems for safekeeping. I figured as long as I couldn’t stand up and shout “SHUT THE FUCK UP”, I might as well try to use her babble for my own personal amusement. Lemons to lemonade if you will. This journal will chronicle her lunacy. Hopefully you will find some pleasure in what is, for me, a major source of irritation.
Today’s quotes are from a phone conversation on the topic of why she should become a professional fundraiser:
“I can talk to the wealthiest person and I can talk to a bartender because I don’t have capitalist rage.”
“I don’t know… because that’s what I do. I talk to people about things. You know?”
“And you know what’s really disgusting? I would be great as a politician’s wife – not that I’d want to but…”
Sometime back in March I decided to jot down some of these precious gems for safekeeping. I figured as long as I couldn’t stand up and shout “SHUT THE FUCK UP”, I might as well try to use her babble for my own personal amusement. Lemons to lemonade if you will. This journal will chronicle her lunacy. Hopefully you will find some pleasure in what is, for me, a major source of irritation.
Today’s quotes are from a phone conversation on the topic of why she should become a professional fundraiser:
“I can talk to the wealthiest person and I can talk to a bartender because I don’t have capitalist rage.”
“I don’t know… because that’s what I do. I talk to people about things. You know?”
“And you know what’s really disgusting? I would be great as a politician’s wife – not that I’d want to but…”